ED is not a place one cares to attend,
But when needs must, it is an education;
Long periods be prepared to spend
In this emergency medical station.
Tis here you learn that patience is indeed a virtue,
Those of the medical profession you want to see;
Agitation and frustration will only hurt you,
Others are also waiting for this service free.
Sometimes is the silence cruelly broken
By a child in much fear yelling;.
A parent soothing with heartfelt devotion,
The little one not taking what they’re selling.
When at last one is called by name,
Relief is all but overwhelming.
Now one hopes to be healed of pain,
By those skilled in human caring.
The rush and bustle is never ending,
The doctors and nurses so few in number;
Hoping one’s ailment won’t need much tending,
So these custodians of health can get their slumber.
Like detectives do they work
To ensure no symptom is overlooked;
Reaction here is not knee jerk,
Tests are undertaken and others booked.
When one can after some time depart,
One can then have no doubt,
That one received care off the chart;
The best result to bring about.