When Jane, broke the rules,
Life had made her,
Not suffer fools,
Down the corridor, up the stairs,
The teachers door, slightly ajar,
Peeping inside,
From afar,
There lay Helen, a nurse by her side,
Sleeping.
Jane stood by the bed,
Gently stroking
Helen's head,
"Jane, what are you doing here?"
I came to see you,
"You're cold, get beside me"
Are you going away?
"Yes, to a place where I'll be happy"
But you're my best friend,
Without you,
I'd never mend,
"Hush now, I'm feeling tired, cuddle up,
Before the nights transpired"
Life and death,
Have a fight, during the
dead of night.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 4:28 AM UTC
When Jane, broke the rules,
Life had made her,
Not suffer fools,
Down the corridor, up the stairs,
The teachers door, slightly ajar,
Peeping inside,
From afar,
There lay Helen, a nurse by her side,
Sleeping.
Jane stood by the bed,
Gently stroking
Helen's head,
"Jane, what are you doing here?"
I came to see you,
"You're cold, get beside me"
Are you going away?
"Yes, to a place where I'll be happy"
But you're my best friend,
Without you,
I'd never mend,
"Hush now, I'm feeling tired, cuddle up,
Before the nights transpired"
Life and death,
Have a fight, during the
dead of night.
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