A Waste of Energy

As a Charge Nurse, I don't prognosticate. I don't call the ER to see if they are expecting to send us people; I don't harass the Nurse Supervisor, to see if we are getting any possible patients. What I do, is keep an eye on my show, keep apprised of what all our patient's need, or what the next two hours of care might look like, and I try to make sure, that patients get out exactly, at their appointed time. That's what drives patient satisfaction.

This poem is about my philosophy in life, and at this chosen career:

Planning

Things that I plan

They rarely turn out,

Whereas, things that I don't plan

Get a high-five and shout,

Because I reserve a place for

Change and spontaneity,

Unconventional outcomes?

I'm filled with gaiety.

Henceforth, I don't plan much

In fact, it produces anxiety,

I want to run to a waterway

To practice silence and piety,

I don't need that type of stress

I'm just a momentary guy, 

Right now, I'll do this thing

And when I do it, you'll know why.

When big decisions come

I gather knowledge and ponder,

Consider multiple outcomes

That could occur down yonder,

But, don't presume that is planning

I'm just collecting information,

Until I whip out the knives

And delare: Captivation!

I work with all kinds of planners

They are good at what they do, 

I know it isn't me

But it just might be you,

I admire the energy

You throw at all situations,

I'm happy to stand to the side

While you collect your ovations.

I don't want any part of that

Yet, we share the same desire,

To reach the end of the road

Without pain or funeral pyres,

And I believe we can achieve that

In our own unique ways,

How about, I take the nights

And you take the days.