Waiting in the hospital

They keep pushing beds with people
into rooms they never come out again
and a baby is crying.
This is the house where life meets death,
and where bright Disney balloons
fill the sadness in the Central Hall.
To die and the last thing you see
is a waving Mickey Mouse. Hallo Saint Peter.


Comments on: "Waiting in the hospital" (15)

  1. I have had many similar thoughts waiting for appointments.

    But you did come out! How are you doing?

    L&H xx

  2. Thats good to hear – not thatpure knackered but that you are resting ❀ xx

  3. “that you’re” – when will I start checking before instead of after?! Xx

  4. Hospital Waiting rooms to have that sort of affect do they not!!!

    Terrific poem

    Much Love


    • Hi David, they do, I am always impressed to see so many people thinking of the stories that go with them, hidden under masks of sadness. And some are too happy to be real lol.
      Thank you very much πŸ™‚

      Much love to you too

  5. Several waving Mickey Mice, black outlines with scribbles of wax crayon. Hello St Peter.

  6. a waving mickey at the door to paradise – what a horrific thought…

  7. I shall refuse to die if the last sight is Mickey Mouse.

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