Outside Looking In Poem by Daniel Bernard Kelleher

A carers work is never done
Most times they feel alone
Hands that once felt smooth to touch
Now old and wrinkled very rough
They work from morning till very late
Helping to make for a better day
The smile that sits upon their face
For friends and neighbours everyday
They ask how is the cared for doing
Never asking how the carer is
Take for granted all is well
Don't see the turmoil in which they dwell
A carers lot is a lonely one
Depression can and do in will creep
Men and Women do this job
No thanks required do they seek