I came across this the other day, written by the Mister in a nursing home many years ago. He died seven years ago come this March. My life has gone on and blossomed in ways I never thought it would. But I miss his sense of the absurd. I miss him.
Where everyone once was somebody dear.
Come down the hallway that leads to no place;
Inside every room, see yesterday’s face.
Meet soldiers who have no wars to fight.
Judges who don’t know wrong from right.
Grandmothers unaware they ever gave birth.
Accountants unable to calculate worth.
Teachers who’ve forgotten their ABCs.
Psychologists suffering mental disease.
This is the House for holding onto the past.
And questioning how it went by so fast.
Spend some time learning how the House feels.
Pull up a chair, they mostly have wheels.
Welcome to the House of Nobody Here
Where nobody has anything left to fear.