Time Running Out
My last foray into this arena
Had me living memories not wished to share
Here I am again, another visit
Into the elderly homes we wish not
A sunny day another gathering
Nurses working, making life happen
Elderly in wheelchairs, still smiling
Others in mobile beds, unsure of the happening
A talk by an ancient, born 1917
Strong voice begging to be heard
Wartime memories, mist is clearing
From death too imprisonment
Visions flow, must be told
Strong voice, telling of memories
Some stumbles, others not so
I look around the room
Half the listeners into their snooze
On and on the story flows
Death and glory, hand in hand
How can you tell such a sad command?
Bravery such as only you have known
Bodies of men, families memories
Story spanning for one hour
Comment from teller, time had run out
I leave as before, memories flooding
A place such as this even exists
If there is a being ruling the happenings
Messages needed, send happiness.
Copyright © John A'Hern | Year Posted 2021
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