An Old Peoples’ Home Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
An Old Peoples’ Home
also known as 'the last stop'
a cutting ill mannered remark
implying death as next final hop
wit of rude ill informed nark
i shall not to such a home
be hurled therein twirled
my true aspired to home
be called heaven pearled
my life sought true home defined
is not was never a hopeless part
of this material delusional world
materialism never bound my heart
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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