A Hospital Is Not the Place
A hospital is not the place
to be sick, I would think;
they’ll stick your body full of holes,
and you’ll not sleep a wink.
They’ll monitor your every sign,
and measure what you pass,
regardless of the form it takes:
be liquid, solid, gas.
The bells and the alarms will sound
at all hours of the night;
they’ll snatch you from a fitful doze
into a state of fright.
They’ll dress you in indecent gowns,
parade you down the hall,
ensure your backside’s on display,
in view to one and all.
A hospital is not the place
for you to feel your best;
the goal: to just get strong enough,
escape, and get some rest.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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