The shooting spree had killed four
With the shooter now bleeding on the floor
Loaded to truck and sent with speed
They strapped the wound and stopped the bleed
When done a reporter, mic in hand
Said "how could you have helped that man?
"When day is done, leave four, save one
How can you help, after whats been done?"

Then paramedic turned and said
"Because he was my patient.

In shackles locked and somber march
The prisoner, with prostate enlarge
His final walk, he knows this well
His soul soon in fire dwell
Yet laughter cross his face of woe
In the ambulance when he in tow
For the medic he speak to he
With friendly tiding and honest glee
And when alone, the guard did ask
If the jokes were but a mask
But no, the medic state his truth
To which guard laughed, teasing nieve youth
That surely had the medic known the world
He would not joke as had unfurled
When medic again denied any lie
The guard, in wonder, ask simply "why?"

And the paramedic turned and said,
"Because he was my patient."

Chaos and screams fill the streets
A mothers child is dead it seems
Pills he snuck and pills he took
When mothers distraction spared a look
The cavalcade of helpers come
And they pound and zap and flush and done
The child alive, the battle won
When packing though, a neighbor wave
And ask "why bother, the boy you save?
"He only addict, I know, I see"
"He steals from all, including me."
"You help him now, he just repeat."
"And soon you'll be back on this street."
"Why bother, say I? Just let him go."
"No more my taxes here will flow."

And the paramedic turned and said,
"Because he was my patient."

In dead of night, on a dark back road
A car has wrecked, in need of tow
The couple lost, but thankful just bruised
Embarrassed they are, ask many excused
For waking the medics, the time is late
Surely much contempt for such a state
But smiles come with each response
Offer anything of needs or wants
Happy to help, they stay all night
Till friends arrive to help their plight
"Why stay here with us?" The couple then asks
As friends and towers go to their tasks.
"We had but superficial wounds and scrapes"
"Yet you remained out here till late"
"Surely you had more important than us"
"So why, we ask, all the fuss?"

And the paramedic turned and said,
"Because you were my patient."

This trip will be his final bow
He knows its not long from now
This one last ride, to his final reside
They know it too, though try to hide
His life was long, and full of love
A prestigious and honor filled therof
Yet still a doubt lingers within
Has he forgotten some long lost sin?
He grabs medics hand and whispers faint,
"Have you the faith, boy? You know the saints?"
The medic starts, but nods ascent.
His hands he gives with easy relent
And pray together the whole ride through
Till sure, the man, was washed anew
And after such, when alone they were
His partner asked, who was unsure
"You don't believe in prayer or God,"
"Yet bowed your head, I find it odd"
"You could have ignored, or busied yourself"
"Yet stop did you, and prayer you helped."
"What good will it do? We know his fate."
"What curiosity did this sate?"

The paramedic turned and shook his head
"I did it for him," he plainly said.
"It may not help, it may not heal."
"But better, for him, it made him feel."
"But why bother?" Jaded partner state
"What good when we're called so late."
"Such futile works will burn you out."
"It will leave you cold, without a doubt."

"You're wrong," said medic, with adamance
"I will always give them each a chance."
"I will always help, always be their agent."
"Because in the end, they are my patient."