Depression crept in and took over her soul...
You could tell by her eyes it had taken its toll...
Everyone around her knew she had a need...
She needed medication and on that they all agreed...
But no one had the time, to help her they said...
So she pretty much spent her days in bed...
Months went by and of course she was no better...
Her friends never called or sent her a letter...
The family members dropped in once in a while...
Which at one time did help to make her smile...
But that too was getting few and far between...
And it wasn't done to be mean...
It's just that they too felt the stress and strife...
Dealing with their everyday life...
So the message of this poem should be very clear...
Make time for ALL those who, you hold dear...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
stress and strife, good write, thanks.