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| When There's A Will I've been told throughout my days, When there's a will there's a way. What will happen when I grow old? Such terrible stories I've been told. A great burden, I never want to be To my family, that cares for me. Please don't let them take me away, To those homes to live out my days. So when I stumble and start to fall, I hope you're there if and when I call. Some elderly people even go insane, Just because they might need a cane. I have visited some of these places, Seen the tortured looks on their faces, And heard screams on the other side of the door. I hope this isn't what I have in store. The plead and grasp onto your hands, Just hoping someone will understand. So now, down on my knees I go to pray, To ask the Lord if he will let me stay. With my loving family forever more, Until I go through those heavenly doors. A nursing home is just no place to die. All, without your family at your side. So when I stumble, and start to fall, I hope you answer to your mother's call. Within my own home I want to stay, Because when there's a will, there's a way. Written by Thelma Shutters 10-24-02 |