Amy's blog: "Poetry"

I’m lying here in this bed

Wondering if I’m dead

I can’t be, because I hear different noises

No some of that is voices

Is it the nurse or the doctor

Maybe it’s the person who flies the copter

If life flight is here it must be bad

So many people are going to be sad

Into the room comes the doc

Just after he stops to pull up his sock

Your x-rays look fine

But I would suggest no more wine

Go home, take two aspirin and go to bed

You are fine, trust me you are not dead