Dear Nick, You've done it again. I'm crying. This poem says it all. It applies to all people, as Gaby said. I sing in a choir here in France and I've sung and entertained in old people's hospitals and homes ever since I was a child (in England first). I always feel so depressed, so heavy when I'm there. They don't know that because I put on an act. I do it out of respect, out of a need to reach out to them in some way, and simply out of love. Nature does indeed seem to be cruel sometimes. I pray that the staff in the establishments for the old can see the "me" in each one of their old people, and that the angels will comfort, support and guide the staff and patients. Angel cuddles, Sarah  |