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Nursing Home

I wonder if I'll end up here
Some seventy years in the future.
In one of those smelly rooms
Divided by a curtain
Along these musty corridors.
This place makes me think about life and death.
And the unimportance of my vain, little existence,
And how, no matter who we are, most of us end up the same way
In a smelly room
Divided by a curtain
Along a musty corridor
In a nursing home.



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papagena This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 6, 2012 at 11:48 am
This poem is so simple yet so powerful. I visited a nursing home a few months ago, and I was absolutely stunned by the awful smell that emanated throughout. Wonderfully written! I love the repetition. :)
 
pianokeysevie replied...
May 15, 2012 at 9:20 am
thanks so much:) glad you liked it
 
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