A WISH FOR TOMORROW
Slowly, cautiously she walked
Through the corridors at night.
Dimly lit and cool and white.
She often thought how sterile, how unforgiving.
How many times they reflected all her frailties.
So tired now. Too tired to sleep.
Only to walk and think.
About yesterday, about today, about tomorrow.
Passing rooms of patients
With frail bodies and troubled minds.
Each one, like she,
Tired, yet hoping for one more tomorrow.
© 1994 by Alan Winters
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