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fading away in care

Poetry By: nighthawk

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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