Hospital Corridors

The corridors of the hospital has so many tales to tell,

My new found friends are the security guards,

"standing at your service they say",

Without even a second of pause they stand there,

With tales a many to unfold through the night, so that they can keep their wink away.

Not a drop of water to drink,

Nor a place to sit.

At attention they stand,

At your service their motto.

My pain and boredome so miniscule,

Admist these men who stand in those corridors,

As if they were sentinels of warfare,

With wornout eyes,yet at ur service it speaks.

Men at work they are indeed and I find myself now not alone with my boredome,

In these lonely corridors which has so many tales yet to unfold in days to come!