My Nurse Poem by Dean Meredith

And she says again
Fool, my fool
What are you waiting for?

And I being me
Say nothing as per
Wanting her for sure

Being overly careful
That is my limping crutch
My wanton fear of losing her

But she won't come down
A peg or notch
For a fool like me

And I have no answer
And I have no cure
My disease being terminal

She is my doctor
And she is my nurse
My undertaker, my hearse

She knows me
Better than myself
She is my curse