A poem, Rehab 'ain't no plush resort
This is deciated to my friend Tom who fell and fractured a hip.
Someone said to me today, Its just not good to get out of bed. I thought for a moment and replied, " Oh just think of all the beautiful sites you wouldn't get to see "
A friend, a neighbor and especially me
My friend Tom had the blues a wee bit
Bad luck an accident
Tends to make one forget
All the good times, the days filled with laughter and mirth
My Mother used to tell me
For what it's worth
The good outweighs the bad
Now get busy
And start to feel glad
It seemed to work most every time
Making me smile, forgetting to feel sad
So like Scarlette said in ' Gone with the wind '
Put on a happy face
The rehab food is certainly no buffet
But when you get home
I'll bake you a souffle
' Cos i've been told i'm a connoisseur of fine food
Meaning i'm an excellent gourmet