Care Home Confusion
As I opened the door, he smiled
Eyes wide and as bright as a child
So unsure under his new roof
Imagining people aloof
Ageing races through life so fast
Good health not guaranteed to last
Not knowing to trust anyone
Mindful of where to rest upon
Care homes, the clue is in the name
Life living there is not the same
Surroundings are much more controlled
Each day watch the same thing unfold
Shared by many of the same age
Some poor souls annoyed in a rage
From adult to child over night
Enough to give an old man fright
Grow old gracefully there or what
Few people give it any thought
Four walls and a bed and some food
Be grateful or looked on as rude
Tough times, all that's left are the dreams
So many don't know what care means.
Copyright © Barbara Campbell | Year Posted 2017
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