Living alone, he had neglected his health and paid the inevitable price.
The care he received in the Ulster Hospital was exemplary and gave the lie to the oft-repeated assertion that the NHS is not fit for purpose.
SECOND CHANCE
Sun warms his hospital face.
Automatic doors swish shut behind him
and what he smells is fresh-cut grass
while, looking up, he’s giddy
as too much sky surrounds him.
It’s over.
He hears birdsong
and a high, departing plane.
The scent of honeysuckle intoxicates him.
Unsteadily, in unaccustomed walking-shoes,
he shuffles to a waiting cab.
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