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Poetry Authored by J.D.
( The Website Creator )
Page 1: Poems from Life
at St. Clara's Manor
1. A Day in the Life
2. Night of the Living Dead
Two
Medical Data
Poems
My head is fuzzy and my mouth is dry,
What time is it? I can find out if I try
to lean on my side and look at the wall
Looks like it is 6:35 - is that all?
Breakfast will be coming in an hour or two
I feel like I have got the flu.
But I know I don�t
My roommate is still sleeping - she won�t
get up till nine!
She�s always feeling fine.
My head hurts and my old bones creak
my hair�s messed up and I feel like a freak.
Do I have to get up? Do I have to face the crowd?
My head hurts and the dining room is too loud.
But then I won�t see Bill or Ruth,
and the food is pretty good if I have to tell the truth.
The nurse with the pretty smile
always makes me want to stay a while.
That one CNA always makes me laugh
she always makes sure I eat at least half
my meal - I guess that�s pretty good -
and if I don�t want to eat something,
I try not to be rude.
Then later the �gal� from activities fills us in on the News
She always asks us to express our views.
Oh, here comes Suzie to help me get out of bed.
She�ll get something to help my aching head
She�ll brush my hair and help me get dressed
People at St. Clara�s are just the best!
by John Duitscher
Three
Poems with a
Message
Explanatory - Introductory Note = Paper Chucks are basically a 24 in. by 24 in.
- absorbent paper mat to be placed under an individual who might very well
- have an � accident � in the middle of the night.
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The paper chuck is to be thrown in the trash - Not to be placed in with the laundry.
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Further Note = Laundry personnel do not work at night -
they show up at about 7 a.m.
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Right when I opened my hand to release the soiled paper chucks down
the laundry chute
I � snapped � to total � awake-ness � - ( it was after-all around 2 a.m. )
and I realized I had just pitched soiled paper chucks down
the laundry chute instead of into the trash barrel where they belonged.
I wrote the following note to the Laundry Dept. as a way of Apology.
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Night of the Living Dead:
or
3rd Shift - Run Amuck
Once upon a Midnight Dreary,
As my Rounds I finished-
Feeling Weak and Weary,
I held some wet paper chucks
as I did before.
I headed for the Trash Can behind
the Utility Door.
Holding wet paper chucks -
Paper Chucks and nothing more.
The Paper Chucks were Smelly
and their wetness was a wetness
that was beyond wet-paper-chucky lore.
The Total Amount of - - "Yuckiness"
chilled me to the Core.
Somehow I got distracted
as I walked on 2nd floor.
I ended up at the Ice-Machine
and I opened up the door.
( Note = the door next to the Ice-Machine.)
And I pitched the dirty paper chucks
down the Laundry Chute with
Happiness Galore!
No Sooner had they left my hand
than I heard a Voice say -
"Nevermore!"
My �Subconscious� had opened
my mental file cabinet
where different things - I like to Store -
The Voice I heard came from
a file labeled = "THINGS NOT TO DO"
It was coming from the second Drawer
(of my mental file cabinet)
Dropping �Crap� down the Laundry Chute
makes Laundry People Sore.
But how can I retrieve those chucks?
My mind asked with a roar!
"You can�t", a Voice said in my mind -
"They�re Gone - Forevermore!"
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Then I attached an actual apology to the Laundry people
for what I had accidentally done.
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Respectfully Submitted
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- - JD - -