| Subject: The Nursing Home |
Author:
Ted Yahraus
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Date Posted: 18:59:05 11/23/02 Sat
I lie in a land, twixt waking and sleep,
My small room's boundaries protect and contain,
Life's long-labored harvest I finally did reap,
Loved ones passed on, I alone do remain.
Footsteps in hallway, herald medication's arrival,
My shroud-wrapped nap comes to an unscheduled end,
Ruins of the dream warming me, threatens survival,
This life's reality looks nothing like a friend...
Hours enter and exit, day's track I can't follow,
Someone's fading shadow, brings past faces so dear,
Heavy eyes droop, as another pill I must swallow,
In the canyons of your mind, every turn hides new fears.
When all has left you, in what others call life,
The smallest of joys become the purest of gold,
Haunting memories, needles and pins, pierce so like a knife,
But oh, for ONE visitor, just SOMEONE to hold!
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