OLD PEOPLE AT A HOSPITAL

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OLD PEOPLE IN A HOSPITAL

Old people in a hospital,
Resigned to what may be their fate;
They seem so philosophical,
These obsolescent, human freight.

So placidly they lie and wait,
Their doctors they do gaily greet;
They hope to hear a discharge date,
Approaching death they'd like to cheat.

Their nurses always cheerful are,
Routines do not allow much rest;
Infirmities will some acts bar,
And always there's another test.

Then gratefully they're sent back home,
Prescriptions will impoverish;
Not far from doctors dare they roam,
Afraid of getting feverish.

And thus they spend their final days,
Each day an extra dividend;
External problems never faze,
Their own they'd rather yet amend.

Sol the Sage

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