I Like My Saints Scruffy

I like my saints scruffy, A bit battered, beat up and bruised - Real Like the patients here, Patient-for-the-most-part On this oncology day ward My too-thin friends, Wry smiles some, Waiting, Always waiting (A day can last a long time; A week, forever) And wondering About it all, At every stage of Beat up, battered and bruised - Some treatment days less so, Other treatment days more, These, the saints here, Have a scruffy, hard time of it, All haloes askew. Real like.