Expiry Date...

Slowly waking, his eyes half open,
He sought to know where he was;
The room wasn't his, he'd begun
To smile at what must've come to pass.

In his right leg, he felt a pain,
And then a twinge in his wrist;
But, how could either remain?
He clasped the sheet in his fist.

He heard voices drawing near,
His thoughts into the past did range,
And his eyes began to tear,
His hand in a hand that wasn't strange.

"Of all sorrow, this is true,
It cannot forever remain in spate;
When we cannot wade through,
We must hope, love, and must wait..."

The pause, as ever, was a clue,
He grinned, and then he did state:
'For, nothing can kill you,
Once it is past its expiry date!'