Dying and Still Difficult

A nurse with near exhausted patience Trying to fix back a dislodged needle: An order from her fought clear conscience, When she could task stop to just tweedle; She’d spent all her purposed munificence And nursed patient stuck to her fiddle. Nicely, diligence rules atmosphere, It being a stark life-and-death affair But Thunder is in Ionosphere And Satan in nearer Troposphere! Thirty-Six year back he did her wed, Who now sat on a watcher’s free bed: Husband had glimpsed final curtain fall, Wife leaving him to their joint-rolled ball; Last son not sure he would still grow tall Or ringing phone pick and it’s her call.