This one goes out, to the few good ones left.
Who refuse to stop fighting, even when blind, numb and deaf.
Your heart's become the strongest, through fights tough as nails.
Learning from the wins, and even more from the fails.
Being one of your kind, is a worth more than priceless.
Though the weight, knowledge and experience we bear, is what we suffice with.
We're saviors and unsung heroes, never rewarded with medals.
In the field of humanity, we're thanked in portions the size of rose petals.
We're the grease in your gears, the **** in your pistons.
No matter the resident's severity, we're here to assist them.
Most won't appreciate, until our shoes been tried on.
Still we're caring for them, even when gone.
Someday there may just come a time, you'll need our care too.
So appreciate the ones always pressin on, filling those big shoes.

D. Scaggs