There is something about the selfless people

whose life perspective

is aligned to the weak and feeble

It's almost as if they can feel the pain

and see the strain of those to whom

they empathise yet not just sympathise 

Being careful not to make routine

their angelic and compassionate deeds

They choose not recognition

but to go unseen, quietly carrying on.

Sometimes until almost all strength

and emotion has been and gone

However, being undeterred

they go about their worthy work

showing respect and dignity

Others may be tempted to shirk

Or back away, but no not they

Battling on to complete the task

until the end of a shift without being asked

To them each day is just the same

Dedicated to relieving the stresses and strains,

of lives in desperate straits and pain,

which saps any strength that may remain

in feeble body or brittle bone

Some who they serve

      dwell in isolated loneliness

           fear of a future

             looking bleak and cold

                 It's not a picnic growing old

In all this are the Doctors, Carer's and Nurses

and others not concerned with their purses.

Not driven are they by budgets

and statistics, but by love, compassion

and being realistic.

What would life be like without those who care?

The Urban Poet 2018