A Place Where Spirits Roam 22-1-19.
Sitting in the nursing home, all alone.
Expressionless face says I’m not home.
Fear, not you who have put me here.
You chose with love so have no fear.
Tis just a time when my spirits roam.
To all the old souls that I have known.
To meet those past, oft talked about.
Those not met, until God calls me out
My body needs, some human angels do.
And when I am awake I simply ask of you.
Be aware of the basic need for respect.
The same that you as well, would expect.
If you survive to reach the ageing scene.
You will know exactly what I really mean.
You may say, I am ‘Not Going In’ any day.
Will not be your choice I am afraid to say.
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