© Jaimey Perham 07/04/2011

Getting too old to live alone

Have a hard time finding the phone

Can’t find the dog, but have his bone

Eyes are blurry, my ears are deaf tone

Children checking me in to the retirement home

Gives me the blues just want to be on my own

I hear the seniors there just cry and moan

Have no choice my apartment was on loan

They drive me to the country woods way out of reach

Far from the busy urban city, and the sandy coastal beach

We drive to the main entrance like a slimy swamp leach

Out comes the staff in white, I just want to break breach

I enter the brick fortress both sterile and quiet

My kids say goodbye without much a riot

The staff shows me my room, I don’t much like it

Dinner at six, meds at nine, I decide to go on a diet

After a few weeks I begin to make friends

I start to enjoy walks outside with all its bends

I get into a daily routine, my family attends

Finally those retirement home blues begin to mend