People come and cross your way,
And pretend to be close to you,
Keeping their own hopes on you,
Telling you daily that they care you.

They enter slowly on your way,
Walk by your side holding you tight,
Inner aim is not to slip on the way,
And if slips and falls, can grab you.


You hold them tight and right,
Their mind read through their eyes,
Won't let them guess you know it,
You simply remain great and smile.