Overworked and underpaid,

Years of studying,

Sacrifices made.

No time to play,

Too much to learn,

And both ends frequently

The candle they burn.

From passing exams,

To changing bed pans.

The things that they've seen,

The tales they could tell.

While doing their best,

To get people well,

So hard working, and dedicated,

But at times so unappreciated.

And when I see things going,

From bad, to worse,

It makes my blood boil,

It makes me curse.

Oh where would we be,

Without 'Our Nurse'. By Mr G Santley

Lakeside Avenue

Bolton

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