NHS @ 70

Bring to me your broken down Your rattling and cracked Send me all your fractured hearts The pains; the sprains and smarts Deliver to me your wounded Your tortured mentally alone Pass to me your elderly infirm The babies born before their term Rush to me your weak of will Your dependant; addicted and lost Blow to me those down on their knees The drunk. Morose. Self-inflicted injuries Laugh with me at human things Your odd accidents and stories Triage with me as I tend the wound Make you better than the you I found Present to me your desperate Your shattered and your morbid Breathe with me as surgery makes well Exhale! On my skill your fate befell Lay on me your one in three Your canker’d and your wretched Move to me those at end of time When curtain falls on final pantomime Please bear with me when times get hard When I slip up and make odd mistake Pray for me at seventy. No dotage; still I strive So proud to play my part in keeping you alive Raise thanks with me for visionary My creator; father Aneurin Bevan Have patience with me when I seem slow Many patients to see in daily ebb and flow. ©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)

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