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ABSTRACT POEMS I'm lost, will I ever be found.
I just walk around and around and around.
I don't seem to be getting anywhere.
I, for this, don't really care.
How do I get out of here? I really have fear.
I can't find the exit door. This, I can't really ignore.
There is just hall after hall after hall.
I look at them all.
Knowing what you do for a living and working in many nursing homes in my lifetime, this reminds me of a residents thoughts. It seems that so many were always lost. I had such a sweet couple that were my friends at the last place I worked. Rose and Charlie. Rose spent her days being lost. Charlie spent his days finding her and making sure that she was not afraid. They were so sweet and they touched me so much. Too people that had grown old, both confused and tired, any yet they found purpose in each other.
Blessings,
Lesa