ON THE FRONT LINE

I interact with those in need of care every day 
It's the work I do, it's the way I get pay
I see the tears, I share their fears
And its very difficult to silence the screams.
Mental and physical catastrophes 
It's only by the grace of God that I've been excused 
Of the excruciating pain that causes some to go insane 
Many calling on Gods name, while others for their own safety 
Should be restrained.
Before this new world of medical employment 
I never knew of such sickness and diseases 
Bravely employees render help needed 
Exposing themselves to airborne agents 
Which can cause one to become isolated by a sneeze.
I am that of a lineman who must pay keen attention 
To the snap count and the play call
I must protect the quarterback at all times 
The quarterback is everyone that enters the room 
Which I have cleaned, sanitized with chemicals prescribed.
No, I am not a doctor learned in the art of medicine 
Neither am I a nurse that fulfills the doctors request 
I am just a housekeeper that cleans up the spills
Of those that are ill, sometimes I sing, or a cup of ice I bring.
I mop the floors, wiping walls and doors 
Bathrooms must be kept clean at all times 
Let's not forget ledges and blinds 
In the course of the day I maybe asked to pray 
Sometimes I just listen as they vent 
Trying to make sense through that strong accent.
Well I can go on, but this write is long 
So I'll save you the time and keep the rest 
On my mind.  
I am a housekeeper on the front line...
By
Wilford Barker.