In The Hospital

In the hospital
What’s the matter?
They are busy and I lie here
Can’t decipher all this clatter.

Pain is deep
But not a smatter
Compared to those around.

Want so dear not to be here
Go home, I want to go home
That is what’s the matter.

Looked in the mirror
An old lady peered
Looking back at me.

Smile at her, be nice to her
For she will be the one to get
You out of here.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012