this is a poem i wrote with my dad sitting in his hospital room
the floors are dull red,
the walls are boring,
the sweet life, yea that's what it is,
the room is warm and the bed is comfy,
but nothing compares to home sweet home,
the foods OK, but home cooking's better
room service day and night, yet hardly a hotel
the nurses are nice, yet a little nosy,
my bed reclines, wow that's awesome,
the highlight of my day, yea no, not really
the t.v works, but its getting kinda boring
oh well, guess ill take a nap,
until the nurses wake me up to poke and prod
yep, its the life, nope,
not really
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