PATIENTS

Mr McCormick whacked her with his stick.
His nurse that was.
He didn’t want to be bothered.
He was reading the paper.
A political persuasion.
He’d sat on his glasses, so he couldn’t see.
Frustration aggression maybe the theory.
Mrs Brady, a lovely old lady.
Elderly, but beautiful as she reported how she cavorted and partied when younger.
She’s missing it so much, a passionate hungers.
With stiff old joints she wanted to dance.
A bit of a stumble, potential to tumble.
She lives in a world of being risk assessed.
Mr Jones an old bag of bones.
Poor fellow he gave up on all of his food.
He knew what he wanted.
His family all tried to persuade him.
To eat his meals.
He gave up on living, henceforth; so he’d only sip from a caring cup.
The nurse bade him goodbye, as from this life he slipped.
Stand outside on the pavement.
The window’s wide open.
See his spirit fly free.
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ALL NAMES IN THIS PIECE ARE PURELY FICTIONAL.
By ladylivvi1

© 2015 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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