Old men wear gaily colored hats
to shade their spent eyes;
sit on curbstones counting
the bricks of their lives.

He looked up from his palms
to count six hours left till
the next bus left for Bridgewater.
Such hospitals should not intrude,
concealed like public schools
in distant slums, or if need be
confined to an island,
where the richer, richest men
receive the finer, finest care.