Hospital Visits Poem by Phil Soar

I spent some time at the hospital
And realized it wasn't dull
Visiting the old, and feeling sad
Yet some of them, I saw were glad
Of the company, and the welcome grin
Not feeling that they were locked in
A volunteer or two can raise a smile
Well, even for a little while

Some old ones lay, and some would sit
Not bother if they couldn't help but shit
Soiled that awful hospital gown
Not worry if they pissed, maybe they'd drown
Some would walk the wards with frames
Calling all the nurses names
Some would walk attached to drips
Stumbling on their artificial hips

The entertainment, at the time
Would please this aching heart of mine
That so much life had seen them through
To the point where they thought, 'That will do'
And as I sat by mother's bed
And laughed inwards at what she said
I couldn't help but think one day
That maybe I will end that way