There’s a hospital hiding

despite the changes, abiding.

Sometimes it has no voice

other times you have no choice.

It’s a miniature world to show

where all the feelings grow.

When two cry of joy

of their relief’s ploy

one is to give birth

the other to see death.

When two cry of pain

of their invisible chain

one is to give birth

the other to see death.

And this world exists

we do all fill its lists.

None should we avoid

for our life will be void.

Everything is orbital

in life or in hospital.