My poem about 'togetherness' something that seems we don't have much time for.

TOGETHERNESS

By Joan E. (Watler) Wilson

There's nothing as nice as togetherness

With friends we hold so dear

To share one's delights or problems

And to show each other we care.

A look, a touch gives one a feeling of belonging.

But in these days of rush and never stop

We pass each other on the street or in a shop

'Hello - how are you' is all we have time to say

Too rushed - we've got to get away.

To what? A traffic jam, the office or where?

Surely we should have a moment to spare.

Maybe in our home we'll have a cup of tea

I don't know though we'll have to wait and see

Wait? But time waits on no one I'm told

So make time for each other before you're too old.