'You have been', said the matron
'assigned to Valhalla Hospice,
you'll like it there, I'm sure.
No one will really ever bother you
for very long, you know their time
and what comes with it, is limited.
New faces, most are old, of course,
come in each week, none smiling,
but listen to my little secret now:
All of them know it is end of the line
and have a habit of restoring peace
within themselves, so here I go,
they'll give you little trinkets, watches,
necklaces and fancy dresses,
so flash a smile at them, and talk, just talk
you may get lucky when they sign,
the document that often is contested.
I am retired now, and what you see,
this house on the canal, the pool
the Daimler Benz and tennis court,
it's all because I was available,
and knew just what to say and do,
so, best of luck, my girl, go get it. '
well it does happen i have heard of it there is a little truth here sometimes honesty can be frowned upone and even snarled at, it can be said you have courage Warm regards allan
Sorry, Raynette. I lose them and it hurts each time. Best wishes H
Cynical, cynical, cynical....having lost friends in the last two months who were in hospice, I can barely focus on the message here. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've heard of it happening as well...my mom worked in a nursing home.