old man
by Kathleen A Kennedy
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
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I wrote this in college. I visited a nursing home for the first time in years. I saw a man facing the end of his life. I will never forget looking at him and what I felt. |
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Old Man
You were sitting
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staring out the window
from your wheelchair
Old man
I saw you
sitting, staring, still, alone
the sunlight upon your body
my body froze
timeless fright
life's last moments
precious sacred second
staring out the window
from your prison
What I would give to know
what you were thinking
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
2/9/2010 |
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| Haha! I am seventy-one come next April, and that old geezer might just have been thinking what a hot dish you were. Haha!! |
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| Reviewed by Elisabeth Barstowe |
2/9/2010 |
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| I have worked in nursing homes for years and it is my exoerience that most old people are happy and thankful for all the blessings they've had in life, they miss their loved ones that have passed away and are anxious to join them. Maybe he was dreaming about the next time he'd get to see his wife? |
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| Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat |
2/9/2010 |
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Kathleen,
Both of my parents died in nursing homes, so this really hit home. Welcome to the Den!
Mary |
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