Mike Hauser Poet Rhyme

Old Folks Home

Here we sit... 
On the front porch of our twilight
Losing savings to our daylight
Sometimes forgetting who we are

Placing bets... 
On who death holds up his sleeve 
Being the next one to leave
While counting our lucky stars

Where we've been... 
Flashes in the background
Further back than right now
As the morning is a blur

Being kept... 
Alive on pills and promises 
And what little money we have left
Before they show us to the door

And with that said... 
We might say it all again
With who, what, where, and even when
As our minds commence to rust

Happened so fast... 
Like a 3 minute pop song
Blink too fast and it's gone
Ashes to ashes dust to dust

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Cheryl Hoffman April 30, 2018 at 8:16 PM "Blink too fast and its gone," how true as we get older with the passage of time seemingly speeding up...an awesome write Mike! PS I'm going to run away if my family ever puts me in one of those homes lol!~Che :)

Line Gauthier April 30, 2018 at 6:42 PM A charming write, Mike. Food for thought.

Charles Messina April 30, 2018 at 2:06 PM Being the first one to leave may not be as bad as being the one . Well written.. Stay well Mike...All the best....Charlie