Old Folks Home

Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: Old Folks Home Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: June /2015 Good morning Mr Wilson, Sir - Are you ready for a bright sunny day? Young man, today is the same as yesterday, I can't remember a bright sunny day, here In this rest home - I get three meals a day, a game board to play - my medicine; a nap after lunch, exercise, and maybe someone will wake me for supper. That's how my day's are spent - You know young man, as I recall..... a man wearing a white uniform said to me, "Don't worry Mr Wilson, family will come to see you once a week." Well son, ain't nobody came except you, and I see you everyday. Now, tell me again, Are you my grandson- "No Mr Wilson Sir - I'm your caretaker -