The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Old Folks City

Dear  Readers,

For the last two years I have taken care of my 90+ year old father but we finally placed him in a very nice assisted living facility, hardly a cruel fate compared to billions of others on this planet but comparisons aren't everything, and he is another human with another life and it is ending as I go off to live out the rest of mine...I am sad:

old folks city

don't wanna go down but i do wanna go
they got syrup on the pancakes served with love dontcha know
hang my pictures--we don't have to paint the walls
i really don't plan to be here very long at all

don't wanna go--but please take me down
i need to sleep in that last place i call home
and hold my hand--i'll sit my bones right here
hang on the corner and watch the walkers roam

and i'm goin down
yeah i'm goin down
i'm goin down to old folks city
don't wanna go but
please take me down
i wanna see the last place i call home
i'm goin down
i'm goin down
i'm goin down to old folks city
i'm goin down
please take me down
say goodbye and soon I'll be gone

love,

- john o.

3 comments:

  1. Oh, thank you, Dry. I get the feeling you know something about that...

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