Residents

Residents

A Poem by Andrew John
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That cream-coloured car is there again
in the parking space at that block of white flats.
She's there every weekday, its owner:
a warden, official, administrator?

Does she work in a room there,
or wander the corridors, nattering to residents
who seem to be the walking dead?
Or does she shut herself away till home time?

Why do I find an interest in
that block of apartments,
full of those who amble from one part to another,
if able to move, are not closed off?

Am I to find myself in that place one day soon,
or dead before they can haul me there?


(Sep 2022)

© 2022 Andrew John


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I'm entering that stage of life where thoughts of my own mortality are constantly creeping in, so this read touches a nerve Andrew. Well done

Ken e

Posted 2 Years Ago


I would rather be dead than moved into a place in which I have to be taken care of.
I need to fend for myself...or not at all.
j.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

I share your sentiment Jacob, though if they have pretty nurse or two, or even another resident who .. read more

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Added on September 12, 2022
Last Updated on September 14, 2022
Tags: car, parking lot, apartments, residents, walking dead

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Andrew John
Andrew John

Carmarthen, Wales, United Kingdom



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