Attendants in the Senior Ward



So many who have lost someone,
Or losing one with every hour,
Or losing in the fight themselves,
And yet they aren’t lost at all.

They clean up every morning still.
They dress up, practice smiling still.
They cheer up patients sitting still.
And yet they aren’t lost at all.

They’re past the sudden waterfalls.
They’re past the pacing down the halls.
They’re past the sympathetic calls.
And yet they aren’t lost at all.

It’s part of living on, they say.
You have to find the strength someway.
To grow up, show up, everyday
Until you aren’t lost at all.

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