Hospitals
I sit in a crowded area
Surrounded with people,
But still I feel so alone
And I wonder who does too?
I see their fingers drumming
To a tune I am unaware of
Because the room is dreary quiet:
There is no music.
I see their feet tapping
As we wait and wait.
We are told good things
Come to those who wait,
But I've seen death strike
Too many times that I have
Come to realize, elapsed time
Means the end of theirs as mine
Slowly tumbles and crumbles.
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