Fallen

My dad fell twice in the last two weeks
Now he is at a rehab/nursing home
Will he ever come out of that awful place
Where there is no privacy
People waiting to die
Other greedy caregivers charging 5000 bucks a month
Getting rich off the misery of old people
Not being respected at a time when they should be
We have a sick devoting to youth in this culture
Billions spent making people look young
Diets of all sorts that promise the world and only take money
There are 10,000 people who turn 65 every day in this country
Where is all the money going to come to take care of them all?
And are they going to get the care they need?
Are they going to be treated with dignity and respect in their golden years?
I know a place of dignity and respect because I feel it
I also know a place that doesn't care about people because I feel that too
I've only been to this place once
I felt bad for my dad being there
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
My dad would be hunting morels right now if he had his health. I went out for a little over an hour and found nothing but an old Skippy peanut butter jar made out of glass from the 1960s.

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