An Olde Ladie

Once upon a tyme, an old ladie, Gallant, gay, in spirite and thought, Would often go alone to market and shoppe. Alas! One day, stroke fell upon that soule, No oxygen for hours resulted in dispaire. As she lay calling upon her God. Brain crossed at neck, A right side brain damage, Left side dysfunction seen. What a great loss of functione Suffered this poor olde ladie! Cleaning and clearing were too much for the heart. But those who waited like David's non-followers, Waited for signs showing no probable return! Piles and piles of belongings drifted like woode! The olde ladie alert and oriented, Shakes her head "yes or no". Don't "talk" her name, she quite understands. Lost or diminished are some functions' This being so, folks grab, grab, grab! Those in close vicinity responds the most! Publicly complaining of stressful care, Haul all for selves as pay and don't care, But call on far-away ones as scapegoats. Interventions to coordinate, collaborate left up to "fools", Their Kindness show up as being stupidier and stupidier. As the foolish stupid-minded soule, gets Raided instead of Shared Governance! Items given during a general clear-up, Recaptureth they back , how, considered too good! A "cat-boil" is what they should really fight off ! But the Lord he sees in Secret, As some who partake but do not Help, Rewardeth He those secretly who ne're complain. Performeth He wonders in lives that He touched Hark! Touch not what they never gave, For raideth thou wilt be all over again!!!