Her Last Years Alone

By Bud Lemire 

 

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”

©Oct 23, 2019 Bud Lemire

                       Author Note:

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 the 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.

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