The Last Prayer Poem by Nick krakana
The Last Prayer
In every city and town east to west
There are final homes of rest
Healthy society should have a rule
To enter and visit this vacuum that rules
Much like a prison its time is routine
Although no razor wire can be seen
Glistening with its menacing gleam
Many a mind is imprisoned there
Were most just sit and stair
Repeating the same last prayer
A blessing of sorts this AZ disease
Shields loves memory
From things that were
Often the days are woven into one
Never to remember were your from
Friday March 9th 2018
Nick Krakana
Much like a prison its time is routine Although no razor wire can be seen pathetic and sad situations of the home for the aged...... very well potrayed deaer poet. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 1:34:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A blessing of sorts this AZ disease Shields loves memory From things that were Often the days are woven into one. do not remember from where you are..... very fine poem. tony