Hospital Stay

I layed down in bed and rested a while

Felt good to have my head on that pile

But enough is enough, I’ve got to get up

And walk down the hall to fill up my cup

 

Or there’s the choice to show off a bit

By racing past those who can only sit

Or maybe just stand and let it flow

Trying to remember should I come or go

 

Then comes the voice”Why are you outta bed?”

If she were a hunter this deer would be dead

Still I know that whether I rejoice or cry

My care does not escape her faithful eye

 

It’s true I’ll be better when I leave this place

But honestly I’ll miss the smiles on their face

As they watched my squeaky wheels give chase

Thinking “Lord, if there’s more of him, give us grace”