I've seen most things in my life
Whilst working through other people's strife
There is one thing that I can't work out
Is why some people want to gawk about?
If they knew what it was really like
They would turn around and get on their bike
I have been where people have died
And had to push my way through those who spied
I have been called a pig and oinked at too
Whilst trying to hold back as sickness grew
People have asked me as I worked
Is it bad in there - oh what a jerk?
I would think if they had to do
What I have done and worked on through
Touching the dead and doing it right
Was always to me a really hard fight
But the gawkers will always be there to see
And one day they may find what it really is like to be me.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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