There's Many Still Caring Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There's many still caring,
What they believe and hear.
Who says what about them.
And who to impress and how they live.

There's many still caring,
How they dress and appear.
And who's going to think what of them.
And what they have and what they give.

There's many still caring,
Where they go to pray.
And who sits in church with them.
And who is not there on Sunday.

And...
There's many still caring,
Once they prepare for bed.
If a neighbor is sleeping.
And who they know,
Is having sex instead.
And who is it with them in bed!

There's many still caring,
Where they go to pray.
And who sits in church with them.
And who is not there on Sunday.
And who they know,
Is having sex instead.
And who is it with them in bed!
And when they're done what's being said!