That extra mile

What really annoys me,
In the Care industry..
Is Glamour Carers..
And Glamour Bosses..
Who wear the badge
of ID Glam with pride..
yet have no inkling of
what happens on the
inside..
Tell me, Pauline,
tell me when you went
that extra mile in Care..?
and they rest on
their laurel, expecting
a tale that I run a marathon,
or saved a life..
Every day, every single day
I go that extra mile.
In a home of 60 ,
we've sweated
to wash and dry
a mountain of sheets..
so that the cupboard
isn't bare..when staff
are thin on the ground
we've pulled in to..
Keep them safe, on bare
minimum level..
We stand the knocks
and insult that in
previous years would
have been sedated, but
that's now classed as
abuse, .
They say everyone has
mental health..
We do, it's a scale
of inner feeling, I can
stand the onslaught
of poorly people, as we're
trained in trains of thought..
but maybe I get off at some
station when it rings true..
That extra mile is every day,
its every smile that doesnt
belong to me, it's not being
negative when you're feeling
not that good, it's not responding
to the constant prodding
of others, its witnessing the
decline in health and seeing your
own fate yield,
So take your 'extra mile' cliche..
and shove it where you
might need pro shield..