I want to go home,
I want to get out,
I don’t like living in this hospital cell,
The only outside access I have is my phone cell…
I thoroughly dislike being told what to do,
It’s like living my life with a keeper in a zoo,
I’ve restrained myself from going on the attack,
Just have to hold out a little more though my patience does lack…
So on the fourth day, the gods did release me from my imprisonment,
I don’t like to seem insolent,
But to be locked up I was innocent,
I liked the hospital, at which I was incarcerated,
But I cannot say I was anything more towards it than ambivalent.
© 1/8/19 –ed-
Love ya!
Jane
Regis.
Ron
glad you are home again!
prayers
never stop writing
m
Sandie