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.