Best Healthold Poems
Bedtime a time of quiet remembering
Surely there is the Whip-poor-will's call
Definitely thrice was the ghost calling
No_only an old woman's dream in fall
Now my life seems to pass uneven
As a winter's night storm first rain _ice
Wrestling against old age soon engraven
Longing for youth's vim and vigor thrice
Somehow there'll be a brand new season
Spring soon will spring_ridding earth of ice
There will be a very great reunion
Where the birds and butterflies entice
To all things good or bad there are seasons
Now flash forward__to forever spring paradise
(Se terminer)
Don't tell me wrong count!..Poetic license
CERTIFIED CURSE’S ASSISTANT
(with all due respect to Ms. Jane and Ms. LaNette---the only two deities I pray to. And I
ain’t telling you what facility they work in because if anyone gets a shot at either one or
both it’s gonna be me)
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Did you know there are places our old folk are kept?
And if sadly they have no one else a guardian must decline or accept
If they choose to eat they’re served the cheapest part of the pig of course
However these elders aren’t aware that they may be eating horse
You’ve got your cocky little C.N.A.’s who think they have absolute power
And they’ll ignore the old people’s pleas at any particular hour
“You know, “ I said to one “Mrs. Wagner hasn’t eaten in more than ten days”
The C.N.A. responded “don’t make me no never mind ” and then she asked for a raise
Many of the Nurses are the same damned way
They don’t give a crap what the elderly have to you say
Cold sores, bed sores mount up by the score
But they say, “it’s five o’clock and I’m out the door”
So to wrap things up tidily some of those places will kill the old
And believe me because I saw it first hand and wasn’t just told
The C.N.A.’s run around not listening to what Mr. Hirsh said
Well perhaps they’ll take their job a little more serious when they find Mr. Hirsh dead
These professionals act without care or concern
So in school a lack of sympathy is the first thing they learn
The frail and elderly should receive mercy from the staff
Instead they are at the mercy of the staff, and that ain’t no laugh
(AND THE ADMINISTRATERS ARE ACTUALLY ALLIGATORS)
(C) 2011....Phreepoetree
Aging,
The Golden Years
Life seems crueler as you age,
Another chapter of a browning page.
The golden years, the weakling bones,
The aches and pains, the constant moans,
The loneliness when the kids are grown,
The adjustment of being on their own.
When the busy years are suddenly gone,
And the hurriedness before the dawn.
Old routines quickly fade away,
And a blur is created between the days.
The hustle and bustle is replaced with time,
While things-to-do are hard to find.
Worn shoes sit on an attic floor,
Beside boxed up pictures by the door.
A dress coat and an old striped tie,
Has found a permanent place to lie.
Time has moved on faster then the mind,
Leaving a life that isn’t always kind.
What was new is now old, what was old is now gone,
As we struggle to keep carrying on.
Old man in despair hiding amongst the shadows alone
Body drowning into the depressed fragile armchair
Connection lost as old man faces despair of the end
Old man’s brave face weeps a expression of a smile
Cancerous venom attacking the fragile old man
Old man not of old age but the venom feasting him alive
How does one compete with an old abortion and connection that won't go away,
A large piece of the serpent, dragon or that old satan that no one can slay,
A woman marked by God for the big judgement by Christ to remain and stay,
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