The Ward

The nurses bustle about here and there
looking after the patients in their care.
Here come the doctors on their rounds
while the domestics fluffy the ground.
Patients sit about in their nightwear
some on their beds others in their chair.
The nurses then do the medicine run,
being in here really is no fun.
Someone cries for a doctor because they feel ill,
a nurse comes running with a pill.
The domestics come round with the tea,
somewhere else I wish I could be.
I hope that soon they`ll discharge me,
at home is where I want to be.