They go through the doors, the visitors attending loved ones
To where the dying keep on their way to their dying
Sometimes pushing the door open with elbow, a brownie in one hand, ginger ale in another
Walking left down corridor to second room on right October darkness at patio window
To where the dying keep on their way to their dying
Sometimes pushing the door open with elbow, a brownie in one hand, ginger ale in another
Walking left down corridor to second room on right October darkness at patio window