Who?

Who’s going to care for the carers?

Who’s going to hold their hand?

There is no lovely fairy,

To wave a magic wand,

When stress and tiredness takes its toll

And heads begin to roll.

When limbs are tired and weary,

We dig a deeper hole.

We all love our cared for,

We care in what we do.

But who’s going to care for the carer?

Someone will, but who?

The busy days, the lonely nights,

We live with pain and troubling sights,

Each stressful day taken in our stride,

On wings of fantasy do ride,

Of pain free days and peaceful nights,

Of carefree lives and happy sights,

But who’s going to care for the carer?

When our role is through,

Yes who’s going to care for the carer?

Will that someone be YOU?

 (found on another carerwebsite)