I was living alone in my humble home
Bill
with no one around
it was devoid of sound
but when the kids came over for Mother’s day
we went outside with a basketball to play
I dribbled the ball under the basket
to make a hook shot but tripped and almost put me into a casket
I hit the concrete with my hip and my head
my hip was cracked but at least I wasn’t dead
an ambulance was called to whisk me away
there was no more basketball to play that day
I went into surgery immediately they said
the next thing I knew I was in a bed
nurses came in to give me a shot
that seemed to happen quite a lot
others came in to check my vital signs every hour every day
or at least to check if I’d passed away
from the hospital I went to what they called a rehab center
a torture chamber describes it better
hour after hour I felt the pain
they kept saying no pain no gain
up and down the halls I would roam
they finally released me so I could go home
I still walk the hallway at home and the pain I still dread
but at least I get to sleep in my own bed
