Seated on the same
cold-steel-bench
outside the same
high care ward
in the same
local hospital
Thinking the same
thoughts on life
Nodding greetings
at the same
nurses and carers
Praying their hands
will have a different
outcome;
it is afterall
a different person
in that same old
bed on wheels
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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