THE CLEANER’S STORY.
Mop, Mop
Sweep, sweep
Sweep the dust from off the feet
feet running, not knowing the sight they will meet.
They just heard their friend was brought in from the street.
Mop, Mop
Sweep, sweep
Wipe the tears from off the chair
The tears of she who just lost her dear
The tears of one with a burden of three to bear.
Mop, mop
Sweep, sweep
Mop the saliva off the floor
From he with a stroke at just forty four
All his ambitions and dreams can’t be anymore.
Mop, mop
Sweep, sweep
Sweep the slippers into the bin
He won’t need it as he’s leaving
He won’t need it where he’s going .
Mop, mop
Sweep, sweep
Wipe the sweat from off the wall
From the mom whose only son had a fall
Sweat for fear she would lose her all.
Mop, mop
Sweep, sweep
Doctors, nurses, don’t even notice me
Walking, talking, they can’t even see
Feeling important as they hurry off for tea.
Guess i was Anonymous above 🙂
Indeed Anna, if one day the doctors arrive at work to meet bloodstains all over the corridor and find out there's no one to help them wheel the patient in, or provide record files, then we would find that every single hospital worker is equally important.
Ah so true, all the little unnoticed cogs and wheels in a hospital environment are just as important as doctors and nurses – for without them the clock that is the hospital would cease to tick.
During nurse training a porter said to me “I am JUST a porter” to which I replied “No, you ARE a porter and as important as anyone else in the smooth running of this hospital.”
It is important that we remember everyone has value.
Anna :o]
Thank you so much Marcel for that kind comment.
This is awesome. you took a very little (as it seems) and unnoticed important part of the activities of the everyday life at the hospital, and blew it up from nowhere. I admire that. you are good!