I have one last Night in FIFOOT,
One more Night to go,
Until I go to my new flat,
And with YOUR Help ~ take it slow.
To begin my life anew,
In a wheelchair I shall be,
But as I have lived for seventy years,
For the next I shall be free.
Free to live my Life,
Free to go where I wish,
Free to look after myself,
Free to eat meat or fish.
For the past three months I have been in hospitals,
The most time so far ~
Not allowed out unescorted,
Even if the door was ajar.
Praise have I for all the Staff,
Doctors, Nurses, Maintenance Men and Porters too,
Without whose help this Ward would not run,
Created LORD ~ by YOU.
6 April 2014.
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