The Unseen Nurse
In the hum of machines, I move unseen,
Where iron and steel cast a harsh sheen.
I walk the floors, my steps are soft,
In a world where care feels lost aloft.
The clang of gears, the hiss of steam,
Overpowers every whispered dream.
They toil and grind, I heal their strain,
But to them, my work seems all in vain.
Bandaged hands, a mended knee,
Small moments lost in industry.
The pulse I check, the wound I bind,
But they forget, they leave behind.
For I am just a fleeting glance,
In a factory’s relentless dance.
They see machines that never sleep,
Not the soul I strive to keep.
But still, I stay, I wipe the sweat,
Tend to lives they soon forget.
Though no one sees the care I give,
I hold the line, I help them live.
An unappreciated hand I am,
Yet I carry on, because I can.
In this industrial storm I stand,
A silent nurse in a working land.
