Nothing is more salutary than this:
The aid received from a complete stranger
Disease, decay and death stalk every bliss
No living being escapes all danger
But there are those who keep these threats at bay
From noble cloth are their fine souls woven;
To the afflicted, they say, softly, stay
By that alone is their goodness proven
Yet more they offer, inexhaustible:
Keeping safe the wretched and the helpless
Of cleaning bedpans are they capable
Without making their painters feel the less
How easily we do ignore the nurse
Even as she keeps us from the grim hearse!
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (2)
That couplet at the end - we do take them for granted. Another really good sonnet!
This made me so sad. I've been hospitalised a few times and the nurses always took such good care of me 🥺❤️