~Age~

Two pillows
positioned and providing
comfort
for ones head
while staring over the end of a
bed
an old door hinged
open
gives a view of dull patterns of
floor tile
worn down from wheel chairs and
canes
a nurse enters
with traditional greetings
and too much
perfume
and medication
with a well rehearsed
smile
she opens the blinds
and comments
on the weak old flowers
and rearranges what was once
alive
last week someone cared
the smell of
age
along with  
the next meal being
served
brings to mind a
surreal vision
of the last stop for
souls
age lies there
knowing this is
the last
stop
knowing there is another
waiting
to occupy the same
bed
and will be waiting for
someone to care                                                                                 M.Osborne 9/26/07