So many more will sleep upon this bed,
And most will live to see a better day;
But this – this was your final place to rest
Before the sleep of death took you away
You’d reconciled yourself in recent times,
Though Lord knows how, you found peace with the past —
This little space, these flimsy linen sheets,
Were all you had to comfort you at last
This bed space, thoughtlessly, will soon be cleaned;
New patients always come, it must be said —
But just us few, whenever we may pass,
Will think of your last days
Upon this
Bed