Best Caregivingold Poems
No it's not anything you may be thinking of
it's in fact a very unknown thing because
you see I have a friend Nick
and he felt a little sick
and he grew tired of organized crime
so I tried to break him out of his mind
to set him on a lighter course
although it took alot of force
he got out of his old ways
he still went back to those days
Nick Never Craze (yes, that is his real name)
Held his old ways (everything stayed the same)
so I wrote this for him
Never back down he said
I can't be normal again
Can you see me, Red?
Killing me inside again
Crazy how it feels
Right and wrong it steels
Always searching for something more
Zippo lighters and kicking down doors
Easy times they where indeed
but this is how it feels to me
High-backed chairs around the walls
Frame their faces,
A gallery of despair.
Daytime TV droning daily
Offering tips
On cooking and hair.
Care workers lift, soothe, wipe,
Meaning well
Distribute stewed grey tea
Use my first name too loudly
Like old friends in hell.
But they don't know me.
I have always been old to their young eyes,
An empty shell is what they see,
They dress and bathe my body
But they don't touch me.