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fading away in care

Poetry By: nighthawk
Poetry


an old man who's life is drawing to an end as he waits in the care home he has spent his last years and finally has had enough...


Submitted:Sep 3, 2010    Reads: 87    Comments: 10    Likes: 2   


fading away in care.
The mirror seldom lies,
I am old, fading and gray,
The spark of youth just a memory,
I think near is the final day.
Faded skin and blurry eyes,
Stooping and slow to speak,
Old age has sapped my will,
Now so very slow and weak.
A comfortable chair and a blanket,
A stick to aid me when I stand,
Glasses to read even large print,
An ever trembling hand.
My children visit and show me photos,
Talk a pointless talk,
If the sun comes out,
They treat me to an aided walk.
Three meals a day and a carer,
Never too hot never too cold,
Forever sat in a circle,
Life for me now I am old.
A little room with a view,
A panic button if need be,
Like a bird in a cage,
Getting old did this to me.
So I just sit and wait,
The doctor called again today,
His kind face says it all,
I am slowly fading away.
My life was so very good,
But now it is so very slow,
So now I will lay me down to sleep,
Time for life to let me go.




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