At The Bedside

So many questions Life or death equations Left loose in the hospital ward To wander and thunder Like savage predators Searching for victims To possess and overpower With the webbed hands of hope or the ferocious claws of doom Doctors and nurses are blindfolded pawns Pacing, slicing, injecting and checking pulses It is like playing in freezing weather There is no one solution to the game of life and death The heart beat of death cannot be palpated At the end of the game, there are no pulsating veins Just a moment of silence, tears and despair At the bedside, life is a slot machine It guzzles or dazzles with the substance of being Don't gamble with your health Be wise and stop playing the game of death Exercise, eat healthy foods and be humble Laugh, smile and be full of joy Every moment is alive and full of butterflies Chase them and be immersed in their beauty This is the game of life Be illuminated with the light of God (awareness) ©Kenneth Maswabi