1
I walk into the surgery,
My injection is now due,
I surrender all my details,
And stand waiting in the queue.
The staff float all around us,
Seeing that we are alright,
A smile upon their faces,
Their demeanour very bright.
I’m called into the surgery,
My jab is to now be done,
The medic explains what happens,
I know this I must not shun.
I am sent into another room,
To wait for a little while,
To ensure that all is right,
Then I can leave with a smile.
2
My covid injections were given,
Twice down to the surgery
To have a needle stuck into me,
To prevent that dreadful disease spreading,
Spreading even more than it has.
Both times into the surgery I went
Where the staff were so busy,
But on each occasion the respect was there,
Respect for each other,
And respect for all.
As I came away on both occasions
The thought came to me
How wonderful these staff are
In the business of their current lives.
I was treated with such respect,
But even better was the humour,
Humour pervaded the surgery
Helping everyone to proceed,
Proceed in their lives
In these ‘Strange Times’
With a smile on their faces.