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Kate Tempest

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Kate Tempest

We’re held at birth, and held at death

And all through life. Don’t hold your breath.

Just count down backwards – five to one.

Despite ourselves, the pain has gone.

You face the monsters we all dread.

We tightrope walk across the depths

Because you go one step beyond

To hold up that vast safety net.

Double-shift, now watching dawn

Flood the car park, sunlight warm

Against your lids. All in your stride;

The blood, the mess, the tears cried.

The people lost. The babies born.

When we are at our lowest ebb

Scared and weak, our spirits fried

You dress our wounds and change our beds.

You meet the worst and best in us;

The perseverance, will to trust.

The brave, good-humoured, got-to-laugh

The angry, drunk, the-can’t-be-arsed.

The curious, the wild, the crushed.

The out-of-patience, worn-out, stressed.

Some take for granted, some take charge.

Most are grateful. And impressed.

Now, hot drink and pounding head

Must get to sleep, must get some rest

All starts again in seven hours.

Digging deep for hidden powers.

By the gates, the air is fresh;

The street is sweet with sudden Spring

I see you stop to smell the flowers

Deep breath out, then head back in.

It’s good to stand applauding yes

It warms us all, but begs the question –

Is there not a case to make –

To give the NHS more headroom?

Hailed as heroes in the press

As if you’re on some driven quest

Instead of people working jobs,

You do the things you do because

You have to do the things you do.

Funds are cut across the board

And you are left to hold the fort.

So here’s to you,

The nurses, cleaners,

Admin staff, healthcare assistants,

Paramedics, drivers, porters,

Volunteers and heavy lifters –

May you find the strength you need

To stay the rounds and go the distance.

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