• (For Harry Levinson)

FROM my flat’s windows I can see
The ramparts of our Royal Free
Hospital, never shut to me.

Although I go but seldom there
I’m happy such a place is, where
Both poor and rich get the same care.

The poor when ill are only ill:
Once they’re discharged they need not still
Dread an inevitable bill.

The rich are treated – and can feel
Their taxes serve the common weal
To help a fractured nation heal.

Long live the vision! May we find
That we can still be wisely kind
Yoking together heart and mind!

ROBERT ILSON
Antrim Road, NW3