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.