Nursing Homes

“I just want my life to go somewhere!”

Groaning cries turn to strangled whimpers,
retiring into the white silences of crippled
nursing homes. Protests
quiet and recede
into angry murmurs–
”I just want to do something with my life!”
Wavering, unsteady voice, tottering, falling,
“What do you want me to do about it,
I just work here…”

Under furrowed brows, pulling
at scratchy johnnies and positioning
gnarled feet–
“I know, you’re a decent fellow!”
Ugly croaking tears falling
down papery cheeks,
receding into bed, teetering,
until whispers turn to
utter unalterable unending