Why they paint the ceilings white?

Why can't they be nice and bright.

Who looks at them anyways?

Ask a patient and check what he says!

 

An ugly accident got me into bed,

It seems I injured a ligament thread.

I have all the time the world could spare,

Yet to get on my feet, I just won't dare.

 

From the bed, just what can you do,

At the max I could go to the loo.

The TV gives company, but the remote is a curse,

Just shifting through channels, makes matters worse.

 

I am finding the questions to a lot of answers.

Well, now that's not the usual sequence,

But, when I'm bored this it is the consequence.

As crazy as my gait, I am getting crazier with the wait,

To add a smile to my face this poem should do the grace.

 

Tomorrow, I hope should be better than today,

And soon my knee, would be just as it should be.