....Granny Farm Poem by NikMorgan ...

....Granny Farm



This is a cold place
It’s forever winter here
Memories darken, and spring is no more.
Old timers with Alzheimer’s
They’ve all but forgotten who they used to be
Yesterday people
Riddled and ridiculed by age
They are running out of time.
This is the last resort
A final destination on their trip through life
Everything is certain here
Neat and orderly
When they were such a mess
Like once cherished toys
Now tidied away.

Out of sight
Out of mind.

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