Raised Voices In Fifoot Ward Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

Raised Voices In Fifoot Ward



The Nurses speak in raised voices
At Five Forty in the morn,
While Patients try to sleep,
As the day dost dawn.

Can they not think of others?
Can quietly they not speak?
I shall have to speak to the Ward Sister,
They are meant to be quite meek.

They probably are not aware
Of how disturbing they are,
As loudly they instruct each other
Not near ~ but from afar.

But, I am awake ~
From my amputation ~ recovering am I,
Quiet and with thoughts of YOU,
As they past my door ~ go by.

They are not aware,
That this Poet ~ he is awake,
Thinking of his Faith in YOU,
That is their mistake.

Copyright [c] Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] – 23 March 2014.

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