In tiny rooms, the nursing home
here all alone
they let you in
become your friend
You take the lonely by the hand
you understand
with strangers share
they know you care
You hold the dying like a child
come with a smile
when love counts most
you hold them close.
So true, love counts most at these times. But then, also every moment in our lives when there was no love, are moments, little units of life wasted. Let our hearts be filled with love to be shared at all times with all around us
Life is nothing else other than love and friendship is the best form of love. A lovely poem that touches the heart of its readers.
Love counts much more in life. Love brings enjoyments with beauty and dignity and smile signifies life. An interesting poem is excellently penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when alone and some one comes holds your hands and silently smiles then you must know what all is love and you will know some one still loved you before you of this mundane world take leave Now I am in waiting silently none know it as I love to secrets of self sorrow keep