“From My Pink Room Corner”
Original Poetry by Residents
“From My Pink Room Corner”
By: A Santa Teresita Resident
The night before my birthday
I still felt young and gay
But trust me dearest friends
What I’m about to say:
I hurt with every toe move
My hands getting mighty lame
And each my hands and my elbows
Are sadly in pain all the same.
The sleepneed is lately increasing
While often throughout the night
My head feels like a circus
With sideshows on each side
Speak pain and know it is present
Which-ever side I might be
On either both fibric shoulders
Or the knee’s enough to weep
At a ninety-one plus, and counting
Its time to look upwards more times
Instead of around close corners
With the had-beens repeat on my mind
“The elderly are meant to be part of the social scene,
they are a part of God’s plan for the world, with their mission to fulfill,
their unique contribution to make.”
Saint John Paul II
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