A Nurse's Worth
It's just a job we often say
When just trying to get through our day
But for some among us, there is this curse
To just get by is a moral curse
We must do more says a nurse
To do our part for our fellow man,
to give unendlessly is our plan
For what we do cannot be measured
In dollars, trinkets, toys or treasures.
We toil on day to day
to make another's pain go away
For in our service, we feel committed
To help wherever we are permitted
To ease the constant suffering and strife
And bring back joy to one patient's life.
Sometimes it seems quite a challenge
to keep patients and doctors pleas in balance!
For often times they differ
Resulting in long winded bicker.
A doctor is quite well schooled
He lives by trends, regs and rules!
But a nurse's burden in more than that
Its dealing with unending flap.
Flap from patients in their pain
Flap from doctor's about duties gained.
Flap from visitors at the patients rooms
who do not want to go home so soon.
These are things she does every day
It really not about the pay
It matters only that she continues to give
To give another a chance to live!
The gift of life restored by nurses
Cast in the medicines she disburses
It's not just drugs that help us get well
It's feeling more like ourselves
And once we do, out of her life we go.
How we ended up she almost never knows
Many of us, I know would feel quite terse
To feel better..go find a Nurse!!!!!
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2015
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