THIS PLACE IS STRANGE

THIS PLACE IS STRANGE

this place is strange,

rather full of older folk,

some shuffle,

others sit,

most don’t speak,

never hear them shout

or dance their day away,

they just eat

what is put before,

and I wonder why;

what am I doing here?

with lots of peripheral noise,

with medications on time schedules

all skew-whiff,

or is the ward a busy place?

and the hardest question of me day;

is what am I going to eat

on the very next morrow,

off a planned menu I say

which is rather tasteless, dull and boring,

and as for me personally,

getting to write about me gripes,

is part of the doctor’s plan

for me to keep my hand in,

about the way I spend my day,

and write in my own special way,

about this place being strange

to say at least!