People may come and people may go Some touch your heart, most of us know But there are a few, who truly matter These are the ones who make you cry It isn't sadness, the reason why Rather, something a bit better You know of their hurts, you know of their fears And all of their joys, and all of their tears Yet still you know, there's more inside They've learned to love, and learned to care They know how to give and how to share For these, their hearts, do not hide I know who they are, and what they do Consider it now, so do you These are the folk done got raised by chickens Corny, I know. But chikkens raise the best folk, I think. P.S. What rhymes with chikken other than lickin' and kickin'? Not so good in a poem, no yes?