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old folks home
old folks home:
im thinking of all the old folks living in a nursing home, alone and all alone:
for nine years, i was a CNA:
i worked hard, caring for my old folks caring for them in every way, everyday:
the work, was demanding and hard, and physically, and mentally draining too:
but at the end of the shift, when you had to go home,a sense of great accomplishment you felt, the folks you cared for, they appreciated, all for them that you would do:
a certified nursing assistant, i came to be:
before that for twenty years, i was a united states marine, standing my duty to keep america free:
after my nine years as a CNA,i went to nursing school, earned my nursing degree-LVN,- and for eveven years, was in charge, and earned more pay:
so here i am now, done and retired, today:
i may return to nursing again one day:
but after this divorce, am still struggling to find my way:
so whatever money that i have left. im doing what i can to survive:
financially, my wealth has taken a deep nose dive:
im just not motivated to work any more:
right now writing this poem, im remembering my life. in nursing, and twenty years in the marine corps:
am remembering those i cared for, in my nursing career:
am remembering especially the old folks who touched me forever dear:
i never felt so much, love and respect, from those who appreciated me so great:
i will return gain to work in a nursing home, i feel one day again that will be my fate:
even to volunteer, and say hello:
i feel like that is where my heart is calling me to go:
old folks home:
i know they are so lonely, looking out the window, feeling so, lost lonely and alone:
i need to simply pay them a visit:
simply by there side, just listen to there stories, talk and sit:
26 april 2015:
im thinking of all the old folks living in a nursing home, alone and all alone:
for nine years, i was a CNA:
i worked hard, caring for my old folks caring for them in every way, everyday:
the work, was demanding and hard, and physically, and mentally draining too:
but at the end of the shift, when you had to go home,a sense of great accomplishment you felt, the folks you cared for, they appreciated, all for them that you would do:
a certified nursing assistant, i came to be:
before that for twenty years, i was a united states marine, standing my duty to keep america free:
after my nine years as a CNA,i went to nursing school, earned my nursing degree-LVN,- and for eveven years, was in charge, and earned more pay:
so here i am now, done and retired, today:
i may return to nursing again one day:
but after this divorce, am still struggling to find my way:
so whatever money that i have left. im doing what i can to survive:
financially, my wealth has taken a deep nose dive:
im just not motivated to work any more:
right now writing this poem, im remembering my life. in nursing, and twenty years in the marine corps:
am remembering those i cared for, in my nursing career:
am remembering especially the old folks who touched me forever dear:
i never felt so much, love and respect, from those who appreciated me so great:
i will return gain to work in a nursing home, i feel one day again that will be my fate:
even to volunteer, and say hello:
i feel like that is where my heart is calling me to go:
old folks home:
i know they are so lonely, looking out the window, feeling so, lost lonely and alone:
i need to simply pay them a visit:
simply by there side, just listen to there stories, talk and sit:
26 april 2015:
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old folks home
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