The Rest Home

The Rest Home

Each room is a stage play
complete with star and curtain.
What I'll find inside each room
I am never certain.

Some dark with blinds fully drawn
They lay within their bed
With no desire for the new day's dawn
As if they're already dead

Others waiting wide-eyed for me
Smiling they eagerly comply
To be washed , dressed and propped up
So they can watch the world pass by

Some already busy with the therapists
moving muscles with stubborn zeal
I praise them for their best efforts
And pray they will in fact soon heal.

Most seeing their food trays coming
Quickly gums smack on food not so tasty
for many times their trays are taken
away from them far too hasty

Several  were here for far too long
They grew hard, mean, and complacent
They lie now with unseeing eyes
Their bed will be soon vacant

All have touched me and I miss them
They all gave a gift to me
To know that life is short, we've not much time
to meet our destiny.

by: Kimarie
July 5, 2009