Myself for Others

No sleep and long days,

Tired face and baggy eyes.

Caffeine through the IV 

To keep me alive.

Running back and forth

At the physician's command.

Swinging back the curtains

That separate the sick from the well.

What could be behind

A pleasant smile?

Or the look of pain in swollen, red eyes?

My job is not to fix the broken man.

But to find what made it crack

And to relieve the pain.

No two days are never the same,

Keeping me on my toes.

For what reward can I get from 

The sacrifices or time, energy, and sleep?

From giving all of myself for others?

Experiences that can't be replicated

Meeting people that can't be recreated

And the perks of helping my fellow man.

Physician's Assistant.