A View From a Hospital Window

They are content with drinking They light the street with their unique dance steps Passersby forgetting to pass. Like a prophetess in trance. With each bottle, they lose sight of life The enormous problems of living, In a country where basic amenities are tales Told by the pictures online and on television screens. Here they have chosen to live To dance with their hearts, not legs To entertain self attracted audience Some even try to mimic them To lighten a Mother's burden The pain of laying down helplessly The agony of sickness And like a comic relief, it suspends the pains Lifts her gentle soul Like a broken feathered bird flying again I could see her smile, Don't bother, my mind has eyes Tick, tick, time passes Soon they shall wonder where the time went But l know time wouldn't leave her laying on that bed For time heals all wounds. I wish you quick recovery dearest Ma'am