Nursing Homes

Wrote this poem when I was a CNA at an assisted living home in Kingwood.

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Sleepless Town

Sleepless Town

Put on your gown

Sleepless Town

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I've grown accustom

to your steady frown

your weary turns

your smells and sounds.

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Never bright

Never cool

Always followed

Simply Ruled

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And this is where they lay their heads

In their chairs

or in their beds

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Drugged up on

medication pills

Fixed from steady

golden years

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And not a day

that comes and goes

is there an awakening

or an impossible thought shaking

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But always is a light on

Ringing in my pocket

in my head

needing fresh sheets on the bed

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I only wish the best years for them

Countless numbered aging men

And woman in their deathly grins

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For the sake of their community

For the convenience of their family

For the better of the heavenlies

And non for the better of men.