There is an old woman, Who longs to go home, She sits in her room, In the nursing home, "My faithful companion long since has died, My son hasn't seen me for months!" She cried, The nurses and aides, Do their job every day, They bring me my meals, And go on their way, The preacher on Sundays, He gives lots of hugs, But it's my children, My children! That I miss so much, Why am I held here?, Against my demand, I want to know now!, Please give me a hand, I feel old and I'm rotten, Thrown in this land, The Land of Forgotten, Unable to stand, Visit me now- you choose what day, My time on this earth is ebbing away, I've given so much,in so many places, I'm skilled in my formal,and best social graces, My son hasn't seen me in forty two days, And he only lives four miles away!, Know that I'm here, I'm not feeling well, I'm going to heaven, I've been through hell, The hell of existing-just being alive, Wishing to see you, Waiting to die.
Reason for writing:
The elderly are so often cast aside and forgotten. They feel
so isolated from family and friends. The old need many
things such as medical care. What they need most is their
loved ones and friends to show they care. Letters and cards
are really nice, but a hug and a kiss show that you love.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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