Quaint,
quite quaint,
you had a funny way to some,
but you had the patience of a saint,
and you tolerated everyone,
everyone no matter their anger or their hate,
and you sat with them so many times,
so many times, when they were in despair,
and so many times you were there,
and as they talked and cried,
and broke down and had tears in their eyes,
you sat with them until it was late, late, late,
and they talked and they talked and talked,
and they bemoaned their choices,
and they bemoaned their fates,
and you were patient,
and you listened,
and you understood the struggles in their lives,
and you encouraged them to be brave,
and you encouraged them,
to give up bitterness as best you could,
and you did your best in showing your compassion,
and you did your best in being kind,
and you tried to calm their frantic minds,
when they were in quite a state,
and you were taught well and educated well,
and you were taught to be sympathetic and empathetic,
and you had a great sense of humour,
and you made them smile,
those weary lot,
those tired of life,
those in such despairing ways,
and those who had been through,
the toughest of times ever seen,
you gave your all,
you gave your everything,
you gave them all of you,
you gave them all of you,
whenever they called out to you,
and you gave your all whenever they called to you,
and you were there,
you were there no matter the day or the night,
yes, you with your big heart,
you had the patience of a saint.
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