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
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