Her Last Years Alone

Her Last Years Alone

© by Bud Lemire on Oct 23, 2019

Living alone, she's barely getting by

Some days, all she wants to do is cry

When she has a bad day, where is the help in need

If nobody comes, how will she ever succeed

All she wanted, was to live her last years alone

Now she wonders, is it really safe in her home

She prays, because it's the best she can do

All she asks, is to help her through

Don't tell me, what you think she should do

In her place, you wouldn't do it too

If you put yourself, in her place

“Then you'd know everything that I face”

“Every day, my health is changing”

“Every moment, is what I'm arranging”

“Don't misunderstand me, I love it alone”

“I've got my TV, I've got my phone”

“My eyesight and hearing, is going away”

“I fear what will happen, on some future day”

“I want to enjoy my last years, here, alone”

“Because sooner or later, it'll be the Nursing Home”

It's not easy making a living as you get older and your

health is failing. You can't see to even call someone, or

see the cards, or see to turn channels on the TV. Or

when your hearing is going and you can't hear the people

on the phone, or in person, and hate to ask them to repeat

what they said. Yet, you want your freedom, as long as you

can have it. Because you know, sooner or later, it will be a

Nursing Home.