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
Debbie
situation. You write about it well, Staci.
Hope yours will not. All good things to you,
Jim
sad
you told this so well though...........great style.......
pax A
Makes me afraid!
Outstanding Message within this write!!
Peace Love and hugssss....Morning Star
always
randy
Christine
Very inspirational and all too true!
Mary
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.
Ps: Hope your mom is doing well.
newfie Hugs, Rose
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.
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.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Fee
well penned...
John
Regis