I’m sat in the hospital canteen
Where
all of life can be seen
I
look at people around me
With
coffee’s or cups of tea
A
couple are sharing a laugh
Are
they visitors or staff?
A
man sits staring into space
Red
eyes in a tired drawn face
Is
someone that he cares for
No
longer with us anymore
Someone
close to death or dead
Or
worse terminally ill instead
Maybe
he’s visiting a survivor
Or
a new mum on the top floor
A
lot of staff use the facilities
Doctors’
nurses or ancillaries
Is
this a fresh day beginning?
Or
a long night shift ending
There’s
an outpatient I can see
Could
be for x-ray physio or ENT
Two
security men both partake
Drinking
coffee and eating cake
A
young paramedic wander’s in
Buys
a coffee and is gone again
Tables
clear and are then refilled
By
a group of men who build
So
why am I sat here observing?
Its
what I do when I’m not serving
