An Outing

I was writing by the river On a bench within the shade When I noticed that approaching was A nursing home brigade. Some in wheelchairs, others walking With companions giving aid, All were elderly and wrinkled; Every head of hair had grayed. So they sat there by the water As the breezes ricocheted And they soaked up all the sunshine For the hour that they stayed. When the leader gave the signal, There were none who disobeyed But I wondered if, among them, There were those who felt betrayed.