'Tis the season to be jolly
but it's not the music, the tinsel
or the twinkling holiday cheer
that brings them here;
the steady streams of them
that slowly pad in on their own
push themselves on walkers
or are rolled in wheelchairs.
'Tis also the season for colds, pneumonia,
flu shots and blood draws;
when Doctors, Nurses, Clinics and Labs
minister to the masses
in the hope that Santa
can bring good health to all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You tell 'em sister! It's the season of a lot of things, (and not all of them enjoyable) . Love this.