Bed no 19 , a friend, a wife, a mother,
a grandmother,
a happy heart, a sad heart, a scared
heart, a troubled heart ..
Bed no 19 is now a heart in trouble,
a heart, now, some binary beeps on the
screen,
a body covered in a gown , a listless
green,
with gadgets, probes eavesdropping on
her veins,
overseen by a few brains in unfeeling
white,
smart brains in unfeeling white
measuring the systoles and the diastoles of the heart,
Doctored brains, sharp and bright !
looking for trouble in a heart ...
Bed no 19 , a friend, a wife, a mother,
a grandmother,
a happy heart, a sad heart, a scared
heart, a troubled heart ..
Where is the hand's touch that can feel
the heart's pains ?
Where is the feeling heart that listens
to the pulses and the rhythms of the heart?
Where is the caring heart that can
listen to the troubles of a heart ...?
