Some days work feels
Like chalk in my hand
Watching lives
Blow away like sand
I wonder sometimes
If what I do changes fate
Watching so many
Become Mr or Mrs ‘the late’
Does it make a difference?
Does it change things at all?
When one of us is born,
Another seems to fall
I don’t have the answers
Perhaps nobody does
But I’ll continue to try
Why? Just because
4 Responses to “Chalk in the wind”
What is your job, Heather?
I am a family physician with a predominately geriatric population ❤️
Oh I see! Understood. May God bless your work.
Thank you! I pray for strength everyday to do my best