Room number four
In-room number four,
Death was hidden under the white blanket.
On the first bed left from the door
It stood and scared those who were having dinner.
Death was waiting to be taken away.
They came to pick it up with the same white bed.
And they took him away with a ghostly screech of wheels.
That\'s how I saw death for the first time.
And a hundred more times in the semi-darkness of my hospital room I saw that white bed.
And I listened to that eerie screeching of the wheels.