You will love it there

FredPeyer

A large room

Populated by the

Living dead

Playing stupid simple games

Because it’s all there is

Coloring with crayons

Spaces with numbers

Too small to see

With tired eyes that have lost

Their Sparkle

A long time ago.

 

Waiting

Forever waiting

 

The kids had said you will

Love it there

They had said nothing of the

Stupid simple games

Nor of the paint by numbers

Too small to see

They had said we come visit

All the time

These thoughts crawling through

A mind too tired to care

 

Waiting

Forever waiting

 

700 dollars a day

Apparently

For a small room with

A bed and a recliner

And hours of stupid simple games

Followed by paint by numbers

Too small to see

Oh, and there are some meals

Glorious in their indifference,

But no alcohol and no cigarettes

Have to stay healthy

For many more years to

Enjoy the stupid simple games

And paint by numbers

Too small to see

 

Waiting

Forever waiting

 

Another weekend with no visits

But at least no games either

And no paint by numbers

That starts again on Monday

On the weekend if

There is no rain

Sitting outside

Watching the birds

Or nothing

With tired eyes that have

Lost their sparkle

 

Waiting

Forever waiting

 

They said you will love it there

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 28th, 2017 03:26
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Renzi

    This reminds me of one of my times i was sent to hospital .. although they did not tell me i would love it there! I didn't!! Another great write? I hope all is okay.

    • FredPeyer

      Oh yes, everything is fine with me. One day I remembered the home my mother was in after she had a massive stroke, and decided to write about what an old peoples home is for some of its occupants. And I guess deep down we are all afraid of ending up like that.

    • Louis Gibbs

      Wow, a very well done commentary poem, Fred! Save the 700 bucks a day and just shoot me.

      • FredPeyer

        I feel the same way!

      • Michael Edwards

        The older I get the more I fear ending up in a home - this really brings home the reality of it all.

        • FredPeyer

          The anti-dote is to live fairly healthy, to exercise, to keep the body going so we can live on our own until the end.

          • Michael Edwards

            Fully agree but my father who did all these things (as do I) succumbed to dementia - not a dignified way to end ones life.

          • avigail

            sad ,great write...my prayer - never be dependent ... always be creative...

            • FredPeyer

              That is what we all strive for, but for some it is simply not possible. Thanks so much!

            • onepauly

              I'm 62. I don't want to grow old
              any suggestions?

              • FredPeyer

                I am 69. Wanna stay young forever? Don't look into the mirror!

                • onepauly

                  my toothless mouth thanks you. I have a poem about looking into a mirror when I was 25.
                  maybe it will reflect a youthful reflection.



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