Maintain pressure on reforms to protect NHSRevolving door
Poem submitted by Simon McKeown
The smell grows in the clothes of the ill –
Body odours, shit, piss, smoke.
Collect the bed linen that is soiled,
Give out towels, meds and hope,
But never a real cure.
On discharge, we always sense
You’ll follow your nose back here.
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