Sleep, Nurse, Sleep

With a calling like no other
And a heart that is most brave;
You’re working too hard—
Earning yourself an early grave.
Sleep, nurse, sleep.
Dance to PPS Karnofsky
And FAST, find your BMI!
The work is NEVER done
No matter how hard you try.
Sleep, nurse, sleep.
Hours & hours on the road:
Marble Falls, Kyle, or Burnet;
Hydroplaning on 71?
Wash your scrubs or burn it?
Sleep, nurse, sleep.
Finding your bed
At way, way past dark.
Your tender loving care?
Still glows, the merest spark.
Sleep, nurse, sleep.


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on May 17, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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