House Of Goodbyes

Nursing Homes

 

House of Goodbyes

 

Wrinkled faces loved no more,

They cry themselves to sleep.

Abandoned at the front door,

old eyes can only weep.

 

Wheel chair rides for the lonely,

inside they never leave.

They know the sky is holy,

lament and then bereave.

 

Their children wipe twisted smiles

at the door's welcome mat.

Giggle in a wicked style

before they turn their back.

 

This is the house of goodbyes,

where death waits for old souls.

Where the forgotten can cry,

purge memories untold.