When reading this poem.... use imagination. Ask what is old age? What happens to us? How distant do we get from our real lives when we age? This poem is a reference to a poem titled "Mr Bleaney".

This was my room, as I
Look around me now,
Cannot remember all the details somehow,
Maybe I'm just too far away from it all.

Standing now by my window
Where I stood so many times
Before, I used to listen to the
Wind, hoping to hear a familiar voice.

My room now seems so empty
But I didn't need much
More, she always
Used to go on at me
About the gardening and so

I always just told her
Stories of my life, she
Listened but moaned
More about the way
That I am now, but

I did have happy
Days, I remember the Christmas
That I spent at my
Sister's, I remember the
hugs and all the love back then.

This room... was a room
Where I lived, I don't know
How special it was to me
I don't remember feeling it was my home

My life had surprises, that
I couldn't run from
My life had a plan I
Didn't make at all.