![[Woman]](fun68.jpg) Nursing Home Eyes Observe synthetic flowers Swaying to a ceiling fan breeze, And a wallflower, wheelchair- bound at that. For hours I look out I see concrete, undernourished shrubs, Cars and bikes rush by And they keep me company. Faded draperies Speak for years that have fallen behind me. Suddenly a slave to nostalgia And withered memories. Do you see the photographs on my vanity? Notice how they stare back at me With abstract smiles for the elderly. I know they are too busy. Everyone has his own life to live. I understand! Hey . . . would you look into my world? Share a thought? I know you have no time to visit. Yes, I am still here, Alone, but alive. by Todd-Michael Phillips |
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