Hi, am new here and just trying to chase up some old poems I can't rememeber. The Nurses If was on a poster back in the early 70's and was similar in context to Rudyard Kipling's If and has some lines which say things like :
If you can scrub out everlasting lockers on your knees
and keep your bedsteads polished
with one small tin of Brasso that the wardsmaid pinches while you're still in bed
If you can keep your head while doing ............
Can't recall much more but it was all in a similar vein that if the nurse can do all these things then she will succeed and the final line reads :
You're not just a nurse my girl, you're a SAINT! Some of the older poems listed in the forum I also recall and I even have a couple of poems that were written to me and for me from back in the 70's- poetry is alive and well!
Nurse or saint, that sucks, why can't I be a superhero?
You have to like come from another planet, or be exposed to toxic radiation or something