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...JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER AELLA: THE MINSTREL'S SONG by THOMAS CHATTERTON THE SELF-UNSEEING by THOMAS HARDY SONGS OF TRAVEL: 1. THE VAGABOND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON BEDOUIN [LOVE] SONG by BAYARD TAYLOR |