[slowsnake]

I wrote this May 1986, not sure why, dad died New Years Eve in Perth, same year, maybe a bit of melancholy crept into my mind, I was in hospital in Sydney, liver failure, I was in nearly 5 weeks, close to death and just thinking about stuff, there were 4 beds in the ward, and 3 or 4 times a week I would wake up in the morning and have a new patient in the 2 beds opposite, the old patients would die during the night, bodies very quietly removed in the dead of night, and a new person!
Asked nurses "am I in the right ward" she replied yes its the "linga longa" ward?.....its where people come to die, I asked if I was dying, she said you are in the right place!.....sh.t, stuff this I don't wanna die yet, and I fought hard to recover, I did, but took a year or two.

But I was writing poetry, and I had a memory of a typical white Liverpool Christmas!

I will post it when I find my book, 100s of poems too!