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    POEM #303

    MY LAST DAYS
    In a nursing home today,
    Will I leave or will I stay?
    Life or death, how do I choose?
    If it's death what do I lose?
    Living life what is the price?
    Do I pay or roll the dice?
    Why is my mind becoming clay?
    Weren't we just children at play?
    Is there no one to love or care?
    Am I destined to sit and stare?
    Why did my home become so cold?
    Maybe we both were growing old!
    Family and friends, where did they go?
    Strangers glance my spirit sinks low!
    Day after day, night after night,
    My strength is gone, I've lost the fight!
    Memories are fading fast,
    Please leave me one that will last.
    I would like too walk in the park,
    Once before my room becomes dark!
    In a nursing home today,
    Will I leave or will I stay?

    Written by Carl Mann
    The kurlman
    12-23-14
    Pleasant Hill, Ohio


  • #2
    This is possibly one of the greater things I have been able to read in my entire life. Loved This!

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    • #3
      i love this !!

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      • #4
        Thanks 2CoolFlex I read my poems in nursing homes, these words came easy. Observation and understanding the position people are in!

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        • #5
          Dear roesayshi, Thanks for liking my poem.

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          • #6
            Wonderful and honest! Thanks for sharing.

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            • #7
              Growing old sucks but the alternative is no fun either. Nice job with this one Kurlman!

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              • #8
                Welcome aboard Peter Rydz, a big thank you on my poem !

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                • #9
                  Hi Electron John, I read my poems for special groups, first hand knowledge helps! Thanks for liking it! The kurlman

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                  • #10
                    I like it. Congratulations on your honorable mention!!

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                    • #11
                      Thanks for liking my poem, and your kind words.

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                      • #12
                        For five years I would visit my grandmother at the home every week to ten days. It’s a nice poem, my grandma had a more subtle approach. She would write your name down on her calendar, next to the line God bless me with another day. But then I understand why some just want to die.

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                        • #13
                          Aging... the ultimate question we all face at some point. So many things we have no control over as we age... health, finances, just how will our 'golden years' unfold? All we can do is hope for the best! Nice, introspective poem - certainly well-deserving of the honourable mention nod! Congratulations! PF

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