My Old Job
I used to work all night
And I slept all day
Sometimes I even
Forgot to pray
I liked my job
It was plain to see
I liked to work
With the elderly
They made me feel good
Even in a mess
It was a nice warm feeling
I hope God will bless
The patients with love
To give and to share
I can tell the people
That it's me...I care
So if you're near
And you need a friend
Go to a nursing home
It's a friend 'til the end
Copyright © Victoria Scott-Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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