Leaving The Hospital Poem by Anthony Speranza

Its eight o'clock in the morning
A new day I know it won't be boring
You get up and eat your breakfast
I just hope they don't serve lettuce
Its time to get up and exercise
Its so hard for me to stand and rise
Its off to therapy
I can tell you this its no charity
You always speak your mind
And you are always looking for answers to find
We now go to art therapy class
And I will tell you this is one great blast
You paint what you think
But I will not try to use the color pink
Its now twelve o'clock and its back to lunch
I wish it was only time to munch
I'm still full from before
I really don't want any more
Its time to finally go home
So now there is no more halls to roam