Dull grey cabinets, posters on the wall, <br />Overalls in grubby white passing through the hall, <br />Stretcher beds, beige, blue, seating for a few, <br />The white welcome posts do duty all year through. <br />Awaiting diagnoses, anxious patients call, <br />Yet information filters slowly, at a crawl. <br />Patience, a virtue, tried and tested too, <br />Applies elastic strings to Time, judgements askew. <br />Through age, illness, accident, Death nets all. <br />Independence? – truly few retain the wherewithal. <br />Every day brings query, quandary adds to <br />New isolation, illness, tests as wills unglue. <br />Count all your blessings, be life fine or squall, <br />Each soon accounts must render, with Death’s pall.<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hospital-acrostic-sonnet/
