It was a game we all played as a child
Then some of us made it a dream worthwhile
More to learn, with less time to share
Because in our hearts we truly cared
We have worked the late night hours
While others slept away
Handled a doctor's many moods
Then found time to pray
Critical moments that remain memories
Some sad, then some are good
Then there are the tragedies
They will never be understood
We will see a newborn baby smile
As we watch another slip away
And that completes the circle
The price for life that's paid
Sometimes not appreciated
When just a hug will do
We are Proud of our profession
A gift from me to you
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