They have brought me under the sky No bed in hospital I am dying It's for the first time Stars and moon I amn't enjoying They have brought me under the sky No bed in hospital I am dying Breath isn't in Breath isn't out Give me oxygen For me to survive They have brought me under the sky No bed in hospital I am dying Breath isn't in Breath isn't out Where's oxygen Where's doctor They had false hope They had wrong notion Once in the hospital They would administer oxygen Doctors would attend on me I would be all right Back home in a few days Father's daughter Mother's son Would smile Winning war against corona They arrived It's ordained otherwise God of death Pulling me out My body I come out I die in open air Under the sky Good bye, good bye!
He chinned is hand to his cheek How quickly my stuble comes in he thought It was just this morning that I shaved?
Will my wife still let me kiss her when I get home. I know she likes the smooth rather than the rough But that is her. Smooth and rough around the edges too. A strong person in my life is a great reward .
My daughter’s will be showing up for dinner The food will be of *** roast that melts in your mouth Potatoes they trick your palette into think you are eating in another country, India perhaps? Maybe I will take her there some day.
She likes to travel as I do. I enjoy the playfulness of adventure of the unknown.
Oh, the unknown. Another patient new into the hospital today
I have little knowledge of at this time, but a young boy of 14 just not following all society rules, Keeps getting into trouble. No one has yet to diagnose him. It will take some time but I am sure I can seek him out to understand him.
That is what I do so well. I am a good doctor.
I can understand where people and Youth especially, are coming from. The mind set.
My mind is set on the *** roast. I can smell it know. She always makes homemade bread buns. The smells as I walk in are intoxicating. I love my family…….
*Sudden crash to my side with such force, my car rolls twice. All air bags lite up. I swear their were 10! Not one of them saved me. What struck me?!
Oh yes, my wife, the girls, the *** roast I remember now how much I love them.
Those are the last thought’s I imagine could have been going through Dr. Arthur Miller’s mind The moment my son’s car t-***** into Mr. Millers at what must have been a very high Rate of speed.
Miller’s car turned over twice and landed right side up on its tires. My sons car on its side Perpendicular to Mr. Millers on a street corner in the grass of someone’s yard So much debris strewn around from my sons car he was living in. My son’s neck broken, his chin bleeding profusely, his disorientation.
And what of the person recklessly chasing my son? Who was there to help? Who was first? What trauma are they recovering from? Dr. Arthur Miller was almost home.
Just a few more blocks And how on either side of that eventful moment Why were not a second or two given leeway, one way or another so this never happened?
What kind of foolish time and choices prevented Mr. Miller from giving his wife and daughters Gruff whisker kisses as the timer on the oven went off when the biscuits were done as he entered his peaceful home. I never arrived says Mr. Miller.
Your left knee is arthritic, Your spine is warping too Your reactions aren’t so quick And you’re often in the loo, But we cannot help you Your time is simply due. It’s normal for your age.
Your skin’s become quite dry As well as your nether parts Your outfit isn’t fly And you’re far more prone to farts But it’s been written in the cards It’s been sung by many bards It’s normal for your age.
You tell me it’s an illness And you want it treated fast I’m afraid it’s your willfulness You weren’t designed to last The diagnosis is that your youth is in the past We won’t treat your condition; the die’s already cast. It’s normal for your age.
A heartfelt thanks to all going To work on the front line knowing You are stepping into harms way, Risking your lives every day In caring for, and comforting All those in pain and suffering. For the fantastic job you do, Stepping up when we needed you, For the sacrifices you make And the daily risks you take, The country should never forget We are forever in your debt. You are true heroes all of you Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…….
In times like these we must beware, for we know not when end is near, know your purpose in this world, for time has come to be sincere. To all those people fighting bold, whose days are long and nights are cold, for you and I they risk their lives, so now’s the time to make them smile. Give them strength and power too, for we know not what they go through. Show respect, support them too: to all those angels, we need you.
For all those who risk their lives every single day for the safety of others: you are special in this world and you need to be told that. The world must show its gratitude to the warriors that help get humanity through unimaginable crises such as the prevailing one. They deserve love, respect and appreciation.