THE VIP.
He expects the same attention he’s used to –
“Your lordship”, “Your Eminence”, “Dear Sir”
“Would you like a..?” “Can I get you a…?”
“Are you comfortable Sir?” “Should I adjust your chair?”
But all the oohs and aahs stop at the door
The ER strips you of all that.
Here everyone is equal, or supposed to be
Here some things don’t matter any more.
What strikes him first is the sight
Of suffering humanity and blood
A sight far removed from what he’s used to
Dapper Suits, smiling faces in dainty attire.
He struggles to get any attention
“Do you know who I am?” He is tempted to say
But a slight glance to the boy with third degree burns beside him
Makes him realise, probably his headache isn’t really that important.
Addenda: Inspired by my meeting with an influential politician in the ER who I pretended to know nothing about 🙂
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"Addenda: Inspired by my meeting with an influential politician in the ER who I pretended to know nothing about :)"
Good for you!
Anna :o]
PS Can you not get rid of word verification? Took four attempts to leave my last comment and I was just about to give up… Sure you would get more comments if you did.
Blogger is pretty good at sifting out spam.
Well here I go again. The word verification below looks pretty easy but often they are illegible…