Poem about helping others yet caring for self

Crisis Come


Crisis come, jump to care.

Hold hands, shared pain to bare.

Help others, duty keep.

Push to serve, losing sleep.

Crisis come, don’t go away.

Drama builds, I care, nerves fray.

Push along, try to be there.

Pushing, show how much I care.


Crisis come, getting sick.

Juggling time not the trick.

Getting sick makes me see

First need, take care of me.

–                      – June Nash

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