Old Folks Home Poem by Dorsey Baker

When The old man arrived at the old folks home
Parked at the front door
He looked around the room and
He could see himself
In all the feeble old people
That were watching him
When the nurse began to
Roll him around the place
In his wheel chair
He felt a sudden sadness
Come over him
As he observed
The living conditions
These old folks were exposed to
An old folks home is
A place
Where old folks have to
Go to
But seldom come out of
Alive