The Home, where they are placed by
daughters & sons,
When they´re too old for laughter &
forgotten long fun,
Where they´re placed, when forgotten now
how to play,
Left there & told, “This is where
you´re now going to stay.”
Displace old souls, of mutterings,
seepings, oozings & leaks,
Sad mummified memories, of the old friends
they now seek,
This Home, where old heads are grizzled,
grey & befuddled,
Where pills, sweets & treats, get mixed
up & so very muddled.
Great soldiers once fought, within the old
eyes of the bleak,
The stage once applauded, those who are now
feeble & weak,
The great mothers & fathers, of grown
children & their nations,
Who all once had their places & they
all knew their stations.
They´re all dancing in the places, where
they once used to visit,
Where once they flew like birds &
scuttled fast like lizards,
Now, memory´s meeting places are in halls
of the unknown,
It is within the four grey walls, of this
place called the Home.
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