ENTRANCE

The entrance you have just passed through is the equivalent to my old front door
The family pictures that were proudly hung on display, aren’t hanging there anymore
Once inside you will meet, a young lady who will ask you to sign your name in a big book
I’d like to see who was remembered today, but I don’t think that I’m allowed to look

Sometimes those around me act hopeless and lost while searching for something to attend
Trying to find someone to take them back home, though that will never happen again
Inside of these walls is where I remain but my mind goes out into the world everyday
I visit my family and all the places so dear, I talk to all those who have since passed away

All of these people you see sitting around are my new friends that I see every day
Like me they all live in this new home, what their feelings are about this I can’t really say
I’ve been told that some just sit, all day in their chairs, remembering the times gone by
But these people could do so much more for themselves, if they only had the will to try

I believe it was just yesterday when my duties once easy, were becoming much harder to do
The cooking and cleaning and simply shopping for food were getting so difficult for me, too
My family would help whenever they possibly could, but I saw everyone becoming more upset
As I constantly and always kept running out of things, and I no longer could just simply go get

I was increasingly unable to care for myself; at first everyone thought this was just an act
No one could see what was happening to me; perhaps did not want to see would be more exact
But the falls in my home brought the reality to light, for me the reality was so very cold
For the first time in my life I could totally understand the true meaning of growing old

Growing old shouldn’t mean that your life is now over, that you cannot enjoy another day
Yes there’s have been changes but that’s always been present, isn’t that a part of life anyway?
Your body might have weakened, your strength has too, but your desire for living should be strong
Remember that each day is a gift from God; with that thought you cannot go wrong

Each night before bed while I’m washing myself, I look in the mirror at my wrinkled face
Those lines are a symbol of all the history I hold; they represent a time and a place
And when I am troubled by my life as it now is, I smile to make all my wrinkles go away
I realize then there is still a purpose for me and a reason to carry on another day

Submitted by Anonymous

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