All I want at the moment is a hospital bed.
To rest my ailing body and the pain in the head
Mortified, I lie on a trolley in the hospital hall
I look all around me and stare at the wall
I have no family; not one, I am just on my own.
Now, I wish I had remained in my own little home
Hours have gone by and I feel so depressed
Striped of my dignity, here laid I, in my nightdress
At last, here comes a nurse, she smiling at me
She speaks in a soft voice. Now, the doctor will see me
Not before time, I think, but I say nothing at all
For awhile, I not looking all around me and staring at the wall
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