Rehab Poem by James McLain

It is the perogative of the nurse,
especially in this hospital.
I speak to the doctors seldomly about it,
but they are not paying them much if anything.
Still the head nurse comes out and says,
give me some thing for services rendered.
One hundred dollars in my Office,
is worth ten minutes of your time.
I wont do it, if you come here at an inconvenient time,
and I will not be able to help her come.
Unless I try to help the others, rest as well,
and the doctors and nurses can have their thrills.
You and I will need to change in time for dinner.
Falling from her left hand is a glass of warm milk.
Seeing all this through a hole in the wall.