A Nurses Lullaby

"What day is it?" the matron asked "Valentines" came the reply A twelve hour shift, while on your feet Sure makes the time fly by Quite unaware of treasured days So taken by her duties The soul inside her laboured body Is a living, breathing beauty Lain, row on row, for theatre I listen to their stories A bid to put the ill, at ease Their spoken, homespun glories Among the walking wounded A Soul could soon get lost Whilst, for themselves they seldom care And rarely count the cost It doesn't take an Einstein Nor years at University To show such sweet compassion In the face of such adversity "The day is nearly over" The 'tune' that gets them by As each gruelling day repeats itself In a Nurses Lullaby