My wife is like a queen
and her hospital bed her throne
using less and less morphine
and I'm glad she is never left alone.
Whenever I have my petty cares
or throw a tantrum at my woes
I think of my wife without despairs
with a tube running up her nose.
Tears come when I think of the bags for her waste
but by her side I feel like I'm in a garden
she remains as white as snow and as chaste
and out of prison back into life may she be granted a pardon.