A purpose and a resilience you seek,
A legacy that's both strong and not weak.
Though wages are earned in a standard affair,
Its meaning runs deeper than money or fare.
My time I will freely and eagerly give,
A peace and a truth help my spirit to live.
A resource so precious, demanding and hard,
It mends all the parts that my daily work marred.
Some jobs I have held were both taxing and stark,
They left a deep strain, a significant mark.
I think of the patients with spirits so brave,
Whose palliative journeys led straight to the grave.
To stand in a room where the moments are few,
As one nears the crossing to something brand new.
This skill is not taught, but a profound calling's claim,
To be the kind human who whispers their name.
