Changes
Looking out big bay windows
Watching moments pass
Smile at friendly creatures
Looking through the grass.
I look back at my history
Seeing the people I cared for
Most have died and gone to heaven
But in my memories for ever more.
In these walls, I see lonely faces
No place to go; no calls
It’s sad because my spirit
Wants to jump right ore’ these walls.
TV and music, plus reading
Is what keeps the silence gone
Very few visitors come a calling
And brighten us with their song.
Whether we’re sick, disabled or old
There is one area we do agree
We accept where we are headed
But we miss what we used to see.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
Who I am 