Triage

Once upon an ER dreary, while I pondered the weak and the wearying,
Over many medical folk, in their forgotten verse, yelling,
While I watched my loved one suffer and wait patiently for some healing.

The noise became a deafening discordant dissonance jarring,
I heard a cacophony of urgently demanding machines a beeping,
But my pen, to a happier place, was me a-taking,
Where no one is sick, hurting, or for a bed pan waiting.

And, in this place, I sit in quiet contemplating,
That everyone is perfect, vibrant, and sitting
in quiet enjoyment of the sun shine setting,
all together, at peace, healthy, in my happy place.

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