" old poem by Spencer Michael Free with thunderous passion: ’Tis the human touch in this world that counts, The touch of your hand and mine, Which means far more to the fainting heart Than shelter and bread and wine. For shelter is gone when the night is o’er, And bread lasts only a day. But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice Sing on in the soul always. "

― Robin S. Sharma , The 5 AM Club: Own Your Morning. Elevate Your Life