Tic Toc Goes the Clock
All around they sit and stare,
For them there's really no one there.
The aides come by with loaded tray,
Worn out workers; little pay.
They feed the sick,
They push the chairs, The patients gaze,
Yet no one cares.
Sometimes a doctor says hello,
But he is always on the go.
Some people sleep; others just cry,
As their med cart passes by.
But most of all they waste away.
For them it's just another day.
Some ran a light,
Some had a stroke.
All were well,
Till bodies broke.
As days race by,
Their lives will fade
No one will know,
The price they paid.
So most don't move,
A few just rock.
The day goes by,
Tic Toc the Clock.
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