I call out to you nurse
And what do you see?
A little old lady
Who used to be me.
All withered and down
Depressed and far gone
Toothless and near blind
A life almost done.
I call out to you nurse
But what do you see?
As you impatiently change
The bed, yet again
And wash me
And dress me
As quick as you can
It happens all too quickly
Too quickly for me
And tears fall from my eyes
And roll down my cheeks
That once were so rosy
With a head of hair so sleek.
I called out to you nurse
But what did you see?
A lonely old woman
Who used to be me.
I called out to you nurse
And what did you see?
For one day my young nurse
One day you’ll be me.
Chloe Thomas ©️13/04/2022
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A really interesting read. I enjoyed the final lines as it shows that growing old is a cycle that will repeat itself. Great job!
Thank you Rocky.
An excellent poem! I am a nurse and this is personal for me. Every once in a while its almost human to feel impatient but I will think twice next time. Thank you!!
Thank you Christina
It is hard not to be human but you do the most brilliant work.
Thank YOU and thank you to your colleagues.
Great write, and sadly we know it.
I'm not actually sure who I feel sorry for the most, which surely is the sign of a great poem.
You have expressed so well how some medical staff view certain patients in a busy ward. Your last 2 lines are spot on.
I'm really glad you received a good response - I missed out on you entirely. (I was in hospital at the time).Some societal, some nursing attitudes to the elderly, with the emphasis on the 'some'. (They find it hard to put that one on me, however......)
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