Scarecrows With Kind Faces

My senses fully awake here, Here where we leave things behind In varying degrees: Energy, weight, good health - And hair. There is pain here, and worry - And quiet too. "On the scale of bad veins, Yours are pretty good" The nurse assured him. Any and all good news here Is a bonus and gratefully received. Too many scarecrows with kind faces, With the clothes on them A loose hanging afterthought. Smartphones help to distract And to pass the time When thoughts get altogether too much. Thoughts - filling every nook and cranny Of the ward Chockablock full. "A penny for your thoughts?" Ah... It will cost you a lot more than that.