I call, I wait, I knock, I plead,
A game of chase I never need.
One sends me here, one sends me there,
Yet no one claims the weight to bear.
The line goes dead, the clock ticks loud,
Hope dissolves into the crowd.
Circles drawn in faded ink,
I tread the path, too worn to think.
A paper trail, a hollow phrase,
A tangled web of lost delays.
The hands that heal, the names that care,
Yet none step up—none dare declare.
Round and round, the story spun,
A dance of duty, yet it’s shunned.
If not for need, I’d walk away,
But health won’t wait another day.
M Hazel-McGown 30/05/2025 Frustrations about the NHS, (amongst other bureaucratic organisations)
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Hi I am Marcus, MM0ZIF, a licenced Radio Amateur, Doctor of Musicology, amateur weather enthusiast. I over the years have been a Amateur Radio Tutor, Examiner, and a Regional Manager for the Radio Society of Great Britain.
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