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.
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