Dwindling American Culture Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

I open the glass door that is full of stained rejection.
The bitter smell of urine hits my nostrils and my
stomach grumbles to me, 'it is time to go.'
But I do not listen, I keep walking forward
breathing in the urine smell of dwindling American culture.
There are forgotten people shuffling around.
Some with blank looks and some still aware.
One old and misfortunate lady walks up to me and says,
'Do you know where my husband is? He's supposed to be
getting the car. Today is our check out day and I don't
want to be charged for another night.'
I smiled at her with deep sympathy and answered, 'No, I'm sorry, I do not. I will tell him you're looking for him if I see him.'
She smiled and pinched my cheek, 'You're such a sweet boy.'
I looked around at the place and it looked like a heap of crap.
I came here as a volunteer and I wondered how could someone
put their loved ones in a place like this?
I understand that a lady like that saying things of that nature everyday
would be a bit much to handle day after day but they dealt
with your crap and urine and your crying the least you can do
is to give them a home where they will be loved and respected.
Maybe love and respect is lost in greater amounts when you get older.