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Nursing Home I have a bed, a view, a chair, some clothes A press to keep the clothes within. At night I sit here by my self and think of those Long gone to rest. I live here now, alone. I had a home, a yard, a cat, a man A place we built together in our spring. We raised our children, dreamed our dreams. His span Of years complete, he died. I have his ring. They come to visit me sometimes. I smile And tell them I’m OK, but something’s wrong I have some friends but I feel all the while I’ve lost my world and I won’t live for long. Alzhimers has Mom’s life in its control And she will never, ever, win parole. |
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