You may not need me now,
not tomorrow, maybe not ever.
But even if for just an instant
you feel alone, remember
that during that moment,
I am here, caring, for you always.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Excellent. Unique choice of posting repeatedly. It's a knock to our conscience. Actually machine and money made us one kind of maniac. Perhaps it's our destiny. Thank you poet T. G. Craddock. Live long.
Excellent. Unique choice of posting repeatedly. Selfish selves are much maniac indeed. Machine and money supplies some extra energy to be inhuman. Thank You poet T. G. Craddock to knock us our conscience.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lover in eternal thrall!