"Retirement Home"

A short and kind of sad story I wrote while thinking about my Grandmother

“Retirement Home”

I sit and wonder why

No one’s come to see me.

I lay down and pass the time

By staring at the ceiling.

The faces of my family faintly fade away.

I’m waiting for my turn; maybe it’s today.

When he comes for me you know I won’t be afraid,

I’ll just be sad, that no one came to stay.