Room 21 bed 2
I am at your bedside now
The educated and able
The skilled
The decision maker.
You know my name and my title.
I know your room number and I come to your side now and give to you my time, my presence, my willingness
And you, the sick, the weak, the powerless
You, without saying a word, without any acknowledgement,
You, with your trickery, have reversed our fortunes, denied my ego and drained me from glass half full to an empty vessel that now makes the loudest sound and begs of you, your forgiveness.
I am at your bedside, still.
Please move me to action with your good will.
I have nothing to say or impart,
only listen with my heart
Please forgive me of my bravado
I am nothing but a desperado
A jester now who needs his King
Please impart to me why caged birds sing
The end of pain and war, you get to see
To know death as a lifetime opportunity
You who will see an end to war
Know what all the fighting’s for
You, soon to be crowned, the precious few
To know eternal love as it embraces you
I am standing here with what I thought was true
But I was lost and nothing until you
I am standing here and realize
It is me who needs to open eyes
You will make it through I see
And end your journey peacefully
In this darkness we are not the same
You in bed 2 know of my name
I am at your bedside slumber
Forgive me for treating you like a number
I’m talking about you in 21 bed 2
Thank you, Steven, I never knew.
MickeyJames
21 April 2020