Lying sick in a clean white bed
Staring out from behind a mask
"Are you the last person I'll ever see"
That's what their eyes seem to ask
And I can't answer those eyes truly
I can only hope and pray "No"
But I know I can't say for certain
Yet I can’t let my sadness show
It's a hard job, for sure, that I signed up for
But it’s something I never regret
And the few happy moments I share with them
Are the times I’ll never forget
Doesn't matter if their family's far away
Or waiting just outside in the hall
You know no one wants to be alone
When they're feeling so weak and small
So, I do my best to comfort them
In any way that I can find
But there’s so many others to care for
And these days there’s so little time
It's a hard job, for sure, that I signed up for
But it’s something I never regret
And the few happy moments I share with them
Are the times I’ll never forget
Oh, I'm not always brave and yes I cry
When their battle is lost and they're gone
But I don’t have the time to linger
So I make the bed and move on
James H. Webb
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
Lying sick in a clean white bed
Staring out from behind a mask
"Are you the last person I'll ever see"
That's what their eyes seem to ask
And I can't answer those eyes truly
I can only hope and pray "No"
But I know I can't say for certain
Yet I can’t let my sadness show
It's a hard job, for sure, that I signed up for
But it’s something I never regret
And the few happy moments I share with them
Are the times I’ll never forget
Doesn't matter if their family's far away
Or waiting just outside in the hall
You know no one wants to be alone
When they're feeling so weak and small
So, I do my best to comfort them
In any way that I can find
But there’s so many others to care for
And these days there’s so little time
It's a hard job, for sure, that I signed up for
But it’s something I never regret
And the few happy moments I share with them
Are the times I’ll never forget
Oh, I'm not always brave and yes I cry
When their battle is lost and they're gone
But I don’t have the time to linger
So I make the bed and move on
James H. Webb
