FOLK need a lot of loving in the morning; The day is all before, with cares beset -- The cares we know, and they that give no warning; For love is God's own antidote for fret. Folk need a heap of loving at the noontime -- In the battle lull, the moment snatched from strife -- Halfway between the waking and the croontime, While bickering and worriment are rife. Folk hunger so for loving at the nighttime, When wearily they take them home to rest -- At slumber song and turning-out-the-light time -- Of all the times for loving, that's the best. Folk want a lot of loving every minute -- The sympathy of others and their smile! Till life's end, from the moment they begin it, Folks need a lot of loving all the while. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CROCODILE, FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON IDENTITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BLACK MOUSQUETAIRE; A LEGEND OF FRANCE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE FIRST AMERICAN CONGRESS by JOEL BARLOW |