The doctor rung around looking for me
The tests weren't good to see
You need to go to hospital now
To get better you need their know how
So here I am in a ward hospital bed
Even though I could have a private one instead
The week I spent in the ward started then
Whilst I recovered my health in its blend
Settling down I became one of the group
Of men thrown together in an unlikely troup
And let me tell you about them for each one
Had a story to tell where they'd lost and won
There was Bill whose life had been long
From a child in the country to his war song
He told of fighting the Germans in the desert dust
With an estranged son finally returning for him a must
George was a widower and was suffering from cancer
Who was given 3 months to live and to ponder
His son and family came to visit quite often
And he was proud of them in his situation to contend
And Nick was religious reading his bible often
And praying to God in his faith to defend
He was in the ward whilst tests were made
To find out what was wrong with pain that didn't fade
Joe came in on the third day of my stay
And he wouldn't sleep and yelled away
During the night for his wife Maria
Until they took him out to the ward foyer
Finally the doctor gave his permission for me to go home
Whilst they all remained after I had left and gone
Back to my own life with new rules to live with now
For the others acceptance of their lives was part of their know how.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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