ZJG-The Hospital Poems: WAITING ROOM

Back from the forefront of death –

The waiting room

Where you are sorted to move

To the City of Death

Or return to the world of the



Fate has not yet decided to

Terminate your thread of life

You’ll feel when the time will

Arrive – Atropos stay away

With your sharpened scissors.


We don’t know anything

Of each other –

Microns in a microcosmic world

Compared to the universe.

How many tasks do we still

Have to fulfill

That are written down in the

Black book of life?


In midst of a quiet evening

Two nurses rush in and

Wheel Mr.E from room 8

Something wrong we all



But in the morning he is

Back again

Old self


Criticizing and agreeing

Finally with the nurses.




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