A frightful sight, both day and night
Is flashing amber, red.
The paramed, a regular sight,
Adorned with mobile bed.
Someone is ill, 'tis run of th'mill
Will they return or not?
Need greater care? back here, or where?
Will they retain their spot?
'Tis sad to see, when will it be
My turn, that trip, to make?
Hospital care, how long, be there?
That thought, my heart, does break.
The brevity of life, it shows,
A fleeting vapour, - gone,
Who knows the instant it wll hap'
Then start again, new dawn.
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