Nursing homes;
ever been in one?
No? Ever caroled in one?
No? Ever seen a relative dying in one?
The deafening silence could be a factor,
or the overly cozy scenery.
Painting a seemingly luxurious place,
where the elderly are taken care of..
Bull-fucking-shit. It doesn't take two eyes to sniff it out.
To want to scream and shout, at this lousy place. Damn there is so much doubt.
I visited a woman I never knew, but I knew enough to have a clue.
This woman was rarely visited by family, and surely couldn't take care of herself properly.
I couldn't supress the hot salty tears, that slipped from my eyes.
Feeling all the pain she had, through my own mind.
What really got me, was how she'd been waiting.
Oh that poor woman, was skin and bones. But no those employees continued hiding.
And it can be a bit hard to write,
about the light on their faces as I sang silent night.
I was an emotional wreck, but it was worth it too.
I loved making the elderly smile, even if it were just a few.
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People Problems
PoetryPeople around the world. Oh so many souls unfurled. Tangled within their problems. Mangled, and awaiting someone to solve them. Welcome, this is just a pile of problems, only people will understand. -- Tread carefully... -- #690 in Poetry as of 1...
