The Carer

It?s nice to be a carer And look after other folks. To have a special empathy For sympathy be known. A carer must be a listener To all the moans and groans. Share the pains of others, Be a kind and gentle soul. But who tells the carer They done a first class job. When the work is sad and lonely And the patients not got long. Who listens to the carer When the carer wants to talk, Who holds the carer?s hand When the carer wants support. Who cares for the carer When the carers had enough. The answer is most certainly, Theres no one else, but God.