The Home For The Aged Poem by RIC BASTASA

we visited
a home for the aged

we do not really
know why

we saw an old woman
always repeating the names of her three children
where they are now and what they are doing
happy with their kids

she keeps on folding her clothes
and wiping her table and chairs
alone in her room
under the watchful eyes of her caregiver

and there is an old man who keeps on looking at the window
always waiting for his son to visit him

another one is busy with his set of dominoes
places them on the table and then
asks if we have seen his set of dominoes

we do not know why we pity them
perhaps we are just normal beings in a normal situation
and soon shall become like each of them

we are now suspicious of our money
we are sure it can help but we are also sure it cannot save us
from such eventuality.