The Hospice Nurse - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
'You have been', said the matron
'assigned to Valhalla Hospice,
you'll like it there, I'm sure.
No one will really ever bother you
for very long, you know their time
and what comes with it, is limited.
New faces, most are old, of course,
come in each week, none smiling,
but listen to my little secret now:
All of them know it is end of the line
and have a habit of restoring peace
within themselves, so here I go,
they'll give you little trinkets, watches,
necklaces and fancy dresses,
so flash a smile at them, and talk, just talk
you may get lucky when they sign,
the document that often is contested.
I am retired now, and what you see,
this house on the canal, the pool
the Daimler Benz and tennis court,
it's all because I was available,
and knew just what to say and do,
so, best of luck, my girl, go get it. '
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