What lives we live as nurses Our many days off with fat full purses. To do that though we must be brave. We must daily pull on trousers and slave To clean all the poop from head to toe From Betty to George and John to Joe.
It’s not easy what we do everyday. Not a break do we get if something’s astray. “More coffee! More pills! My mom needs a bath!” Its with each morning we trudge this winding warpath. With smiles on faces and great counterparts We bravely enjoy this work in our hearts.
I am so frustrated that you are unhappy Your family member could die and all you care about are things stupid and crappie. I talk to doctors, push IV meds, take their vitals umpteen times And all you do is point out the dirt on the floor as if it were a crime Well I am so sad to report that while saving their life My skills as a housekeeper were slightly under strife