Ode to Quality Care

Urine, urine on the floor,
We’re in, we’re in, don’t get out much any more,
Friends fall asleep in their oat meal,
Nurses revive them and document how they feel,
Dirty walls, plastic flowers, scratchy sheets,
Tattered trousers, over cooked beets,

Memories, caths and rolling bags of pee,
Alzheimer’s. dementia, strokes and laughs of glee,
Doctors, bedsores and dietary aides,
Help me, help me, please,
Visitors speak to the administration,
My life speaks of frustration,

The walls have ears, the windows gather dust,
I try to escape but, they call cops,
My ankle bracelet keeps me on the unit,
My meds prevent wandering too far,
Oh how I wish to drive a car,

The coffee is cold,
The shower is too hot,
I want to smoke but, two dollars is all I got,
My son put me here for a try,
Ten years have crept by,

Recreation Therapy tries to keep my mind alert,
Creative Forcasting, Word Games and Activities from Hell,
The lady who dribbles with soiled bloomers likes to flirt,
Socialization in day rooms that smell,

I wish I lived at home,
That be nice,
But instead I am a resident here,
Roaches on my tray,
Thicket in my soup,
How did I get stuck in this goop?

csourby@msn.com