Tuesday, 28 January 2020

room sixteen


Bitter morning dark and cold
They delivered the man very old
To the nursing home outside grim
By his arm they led him in

We have a choice of rooms for you
Number sixteen and twenty-two
Sixteen he said with a groan
No please or thank you just a moan

She led him down the corridor
And opened up number sixteen door
The room Curtains drawn and dark
In side clean but fixtures stark

She led him in gently by the arm
If you want help press the alarm
Is there anything you want to know
I’ll leave you to it, she turned to go

The tear in his eye a watery stare
Was that some one sitting in a chair
Wiping the tear from his eye
A woman in a wheel chair did spy

About to speak and complain
He took a good look again
I know you, could it be true
She nodded the way she would do

You have aged but still young to me
She smiled back as she did sweetly
You married, is he here with you
You were also married too

What happened since we were sixteen
In my life where have you been
You always were my own true love
We were meant like a hand in a glove

The war came and the message you died
All those many years I cried
When all returned and came back home
You did not I was alone

I waited and waited in vain patiently
Eventually accepted matrimony
Had three daughters’ glory be
But they never visit me

I heard you married in the prison camp
I sailed the seas on an Ocean tramp
I came ashore as I thought I should
Married to a heart of wood

I have two sons that live away
The nursing home cost they will pay
Closer to their mother than to me
But treated me courteously

Her outstretch hand he took with glee
You were the only one for me
With strength he was not aware
Lifted her gently from the chair

Laid her gently on the bed
Adjusted the pillow under her head
Looking down at her eyes of green
As if the years had never been

Stooped his head to take a kiss
For all those wasted years he missed
His hands warm for years were cold
His back straight feeling bold

Loose skin now with feeling and tight
His dimmed eyes shinning bright

Her grey hair turning blonde
All wrinkles banished to beyond

Her sagging breast firm refashioned
Breathing deeply in hot passion
Her twisted limbs strong and straight
Looking like she did on the first date

They embraced and kissed for eternity
That love that was always meant to be
Changing elements unaware
Locked together without a care

The undertaker spoke after a while
In room sixteen they always smile

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