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by Staci Gansky-Wagner
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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A visit to a nursing home/rehab center inspired this poem. Hopefully my family member will be home in a few weeks. For those that reside there, unless they have major medical problems, I feel sorry for them.

Aroma that lingers through the air

Trapped so we can not ever defend

End of life seems very cruel and unfair

So this is where it all now ends


Medal chairs and walkers, gathering around

Dingy hallway with musty yellow walls

Moaning and terrible, awful sound

Ignoring those longing repeated calls


Drug induced smiles, an occasional wave

Humming those wonderful songs from the past

Mixed up meds so you don’t misbehave

Movie time at dawn, only a temporary mask


Family photos of those here and some gone

Waiting, just waiting for that special someone

Days melting into nights are so incredibly long

An old clock ticking until our days are done


Losing senses we once learned and had

Difficulty walking, hearing and even talking  

Our bodies going backwards is so very sad

The grim reaper is at the hallway stalking


So this is where it will end

This is what we all worked so hard for

Becoming nothing as we will never mend

Only to be dumped at someone else’s door



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Reviewed by Debbie Lacy 1/8/2012
Oh I have much melancholy when our loved ones become so helpless then placed in an environment of hopelessness as their days slowly dwindles away. This is a very heartfelt poem Staci and thanks for sharing it! :)

Reviewed by Gene Williamson 5/22/2008
I guess most of us have experienced this sad (and helpless)
situation. You write about it well, Staci.
Reviewed by J. Pajot 2/7/2008
This is so very true...I saw these places before my mother died. I will not die there...I would rather lie down under a tree and be food for the mushrooms. Sad but very accurate view of life at it's final days...if we are willing to let it be that way...
Hope yours will not. All good things to you,
Reviewed by A PAX 1/31/2008
oh my
you told this so well though...........great style.......
pax A
Reviewed by Morning Star 1/27/2008
Such horrific reality
Makes me afraid!
Outstanding Message within this write!!
Peace Love and hugssss....Morning Star
Reviewed by Theresa Koch 1/25/2008
Excellent write~`*
Reviewed by m j hollingshead 1/25/2008
well said
Reviewed by R Beeman 1/24/2008
hmm, yes a said reality i must say. i know i would not want that for myself, yet life is funny so many ways and our paths are not always dictated by our own will. good work staci

Reviewed by Christine Alwin 1/24/2008
a sad picture,,, My heart aches for the ones absused,, and not loved.
Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat 1/24/2008
This hit home just a bit too hard. My mother died in a nursing home, she needed round the clock care and we couldn't take care of her. We were going to try and take her out of there, but she died before we could. I hope your family member comes home soon.
Very inspirational and all too true!

Reviewed by Mr. Ed 1/24/2008
So this is where it will end
This is what we all worked so hard for

Truly, truly sad - and yet another lesson we have yet to learn - to truly honor and respect and properly care for our elders.

Reviewed by Rose Rideout 1/24/2008
Staci heartbreakening but too often true. Felix gave some good advice if this has to be than find a home that is clean, bright and friendly, visiting a few times a week so this person knows they are loved and not just tossed aside. You should try to read my poem "Her Life of Yerterday". Thank you Staci for sharing.
Ps: Hope your mom is doing well.

newfie Hugs, Rose
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 1/24/2008
Staci -

Sadness in heartbreaking lines - made worse, because it's true. In other cultures, our elderly are venerated. Not here...not here. Vividly penned, this one should make us squirm: we will be there, some sooner than others. All dressed up with no where to go...powerful.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Paul Berube 1/24/2008

I think it really stinks, pardon the pun, not the title or the poem but the way people are made leave this world without a shread of dignity. These homes are overcrowded and understaffed. Your poem is a great reminder why we never allowed my dad to be put into one of those places. Peace, Love and Blessings, Paul.
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 1/24/2008
Heartwrenching write; I feel so sorry for people who end up in this situation. Far too many, far too many, I'm afraid! Tragic!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Reviewed by Felix Perry 1/24/2008
You have captured this sad situation so well. I would like to point out though that there are those who for reasons of medical problems, or diseases such as advanced Alzheimers, Dementia etc or because the caregiver who were looking after them have legitimate reasons for not being able to handle the care and patience required and must do what is best for their loved ones including putting them in Seniours homes. The best thing you can do though is fine one that is clean, bright, with lots of programs and activities and good references and then visit often at a minimum two or three times a week. What is sadder than even these places is these places without visiters...

Reviewed by John Leko 1/23/2008
...your pen of honest thoughts...hallways I have traveled...with a reality of an make one feel like the title.
well penned...
Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan 1/23/2008
so incredibly sad--i vow not to allow this for my parents and hope to ride off into the sunset myself
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 1/23/2008
This is poignant for me, Staci. It brings back memories of witnessing my father waste away for four years in such a state. Thank you for sharing. Certainly this is worth thinking about. Love and best wishes to you,

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 1/23/2008
Been going on for decades and decades . . . Centuries, maybe . . . Old people are shuttled around, and treated, like cattle . . . Sometimes modern medicine works to our disadvantage keeping us alive to make the abuse linger many more years than necessary . . .
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