Pitter patter pitter patter
Carpet slippers slide along freshly painted hallways
A whimper a buzzer a desperate plea
Attendance in good time to aid and comfort
Wheelchairs glide along lush carpet alleyways
An extra blanket for a cold soul
Trapped in aging ailing medicated bodies
An after lunch song to cheer weary minds
A hard job
And later upon leaving
A reflected smile
Hard work aching bones
Worth it
I afford a hard working smile.😋
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From a book called.. The Works. By Steve Chering.