The ward a dismal place of woe
\nRecovering souls lie still
\nRigged up to contraptions
\nServiced there\u2019s a chill
\nThere\u2019s grief frustration,fear and pain
\nA time honoured stint
\nAn army of nurses delivering care
\nGive the love that\u2019s missing there<\/p>\n
Infections illness a lack of gait
\nSedentary all of them wait
\nSleeping off the many hours
\nEating the processed stuff
\nA rising group of bodies
\nMedicaments galore
\nAll under surveillance
\nLike they haven\u2019t been before.<\/p>\n
Finger tips pinched avidly
\nHearts checked night and day
\nCatheters emptied, bottles stacked
\nFor everything a way
\nTableting taking blood
\nThe frighteners patrol
\nSheets and blankets crisp and dry
\nIt\u2019s anything but droll<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The ward a dismal place of woe Recovering souls lie still Rigged up to contraptions Serviced there\u2019s a chill There\u2019s grief frustration,fear and pain A time honoured stint An army of nurses delivering care Give the love that\u2019s missing there … Continue reading