Epilogue

I am now preparing a manuscript, to finally publish, a book that may sell or not. That's what writers always worry about, but I don't. Perhaps because my writings are the equivalent of my 40 year trip in healthcare. Every bit of writing, is tied to a memory. Today I have written the Epilogue

You might think I'm a horrible nurse
You might think I had the curse,
That I talked about, from day-one, Betty
Back when charcoal stools were hot and sweaty.

But you would be wrong, on that account
My freakish writings, held a measured amount,
Of the stress and anguish, that every hard-working nurse
Is forced to carry around, in their favorite purse.