Another boring day

The chairs are empty by my bed
My visitors I see have gone
All is now quiet in my room
Outside sun still weakly shone

I can recall falling at home
That was I think a month ago
I'm still in a hospital room
Hearing traffic in street below

Miss my house in the countryside
This city is a noisy place
Where ugly money reigns supreme
Traffic, crowds, noise with no good grace

Then at night the dark side reigns
Spruikers, call girls to name just two
Drunks evicted protesting still
Bats of the night around they flew

The evening here is a quiet one
Pills dispensed are now locked up tight
But now choppers blades thrum away
Emergency patient lands tonight

The chairs still empty by my bed
Temp and blood pressure now begun
Curtains are closed on waning moon
As another boring day is done

Image found at https://www.istockphoto.com/au/photos/hospital-bed

Author's note: In case you were thinking of asking; No, I am not back in hospital I just wrote what my brain told me to.

Remembering

Now lest you think me a pagan ass

Remember I talk with forked tongue                              

Once when I was so very young                                      

At school I sat dumb in Latin class                                   

Why was I learning a language dead                              

Spake by Romans as conquests they made                  

As with nubile maidens down they laid                          

Except now by chemists to earn their bread                  

I was bored completely in my brain                                 

So carved my initials in the desk’s top                           

My knuckles wrapped soon did make me stop               

Teacher said my future was down the drain                   

If only he’d told of their heroic deeds                              

Monsters and voyages far from home                                       

Of gods and goddesses sowing seeds                           

Then my mind would not have roamed                         

I couldn’t wait for the class to end                                             

To get out on the sports field with a ball                          

Then joyfully homeward I could wend
Now hand in hand with my sweet gal                            

Image of Perseus saving Andromeda found at www.en.wikipedia.org