GOING HOME

Thirty, forty, fifty, sixty
Always thought
You’d  be here with  me
Year after year we say good bye
To those we’ve loved
To those who’ve died. 

Seventy , then ten years more
My legs are weak
My back is sore
No one here I can  talk to
I spend my days just missing you. 

No one comes, they’re way too busy
No one  visits from the city 
Memories are all I have
I sit and cry, sometimes I laugh.
The TV’s on …. both day and night
I need the noise, I need the light.

Can’t drive, not now
Those days long gone
So much has changed
So much is wrong
Should I be here left on my own?
I never dreamt I’d  last this long. 

All my pills , the reds,  the whites
In the morning and at night
I take them all religiously 
Hoping that they will help me. 
Two gel pills, the pink , the brown
Some oblong , some small, some round. 

Twenty in all, hard to believe
This is what they say I need
Three for my heart, one for my knee
Another to help my eyes to see
One to poop, one to stop
Too many pills, it’s quite a lot. 

One day I’ll go when it’s my time
Wonder if they’ll be a sign
I’m ready now, ready to go
My days are long, my days so slow
If only I could close my eyes
Wake up above the bright blue skies. 

Heaven waits, I pray, I hope
I’ll get there soon, till then I’ll cope
Prayer book in hand , my rosary
Just hoping it will be pain free
Another day to spend alone
But soon, I will  be going home.

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