Many sick people are walking in the garden <br />Back and forth and lying in the porches. <br />Those who are the sickest burn with fever <br />Every wretched day in the hot <br />Grave of their beds. <br />Ah, Catholic sisters float <br />Around wearily in black clothes. <br />Yesterday someone died. Today another can die. <br />In the city Fasching is begin celebrated. <br />I would like to be able to play the difference <br />On the piano.<br /><br />Alfred Lichtenstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-tuberculosis-sanitarium/
