Everyone is in with individual needs,
unnecessary, urgent, unknown.
They might already know the answer.
They start to cry and plead.
I'm sitting here in a hospital bed, unable to walk.
The lady across from me,
she can't talk, or even walk.
I have seen so many different things,
I've seen lives end and some begin.
Life as a recurrent inpatient,
while others are at home in peace.
Somebody swap places with me and my daughter,
please.
Life can be capricious from the outset, as the influence of
genetics meets the vagaries of fate in action, whether in
personal or professional scenarios. We made no choice
to be here and life takes no prisoners, awarding or
debiting from day to day. It's one of the more sensible
bits of advice that we should live each day as if it were
our last and be grateful for what we have and what can
also be achieved if we have the fortitude and faith to
soldier on.
Health is beyond wealth and it angers & depresses me
that it is abused so often as to create a cause for
concern in any society; even more so when there are
those who, through no fault of their own, have to
contend with the arbitrary cruelties of a wayward
Mother Nature beyond their control.
davegerber
Thu 18th May 2017 12:59
Indeed it is difficult to see how a person is sick, and probably never come out of the hospital ... I have a poem on this subject in my blog - http://www.casestudywriter.org/ .
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Patsy J. Moore
Fri 20th Nov 2020 02:50
Do your research at https://www.google.com