I’ve worked inside hospitals and out in the community .

I guess that why I’m so aware of our vulnerability .

Boils and blisters or abscesses that swell up like a balloon .

Broken bones , grunts and groans,
it’s a battle morning,night and noon .

There are many needs , from heavy bleeds , to a simple bed pan .


Organs break down , viruses go around ,
God we do all we can .

With ulcers and other places there,
infection can get in ,

There’s cracks on backs , cuts in guts , holes in molars and moles on skin .

Bed baths , tubes that pass fluids through .
Skin grafts or drops in the eye .

Hot flashes , red rashes .
Ointments and oils or creams to apply .

Everyday there’s more to pay ,
For the pain gets worse for some .

In this decline my job on the line ,
And I’m left feeling numb .

Goodbye friends, I hope your trouble mends.
My job’s been cut , I’m through .

Tell you something , whatever’s coming ,can’t change the black and blue .




By Paul McCann