That life is invoices and bills
Is a harsh fact without thrills
But recently with some delay
Saint Luc sent its bills to pay.
This hospital in leafy glade
With never-ending aisles, soon made
Several x-rays of poor wrist
Broken, as a step I’d missed.
Encased in plaster cast, forlorn
I struggled to get dressed each morn
But a kindly neighbour lent a hand
(A pun of course you’ll understand!).
With stitches out and sturdy brace
I soon the big bad world could face;
My guided tours took off again
Though STIB travel was a strain!
So, I reflect - a simple spill
Reduced my social life to nil
And I must henceforth take great care
Whenever I must climb a stair!
(c) Poet in the woods 2024
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