Sit Beside My Bed

Will Dee on Dec 7, 2011

As I grow older, I ask the question.

As I sit here in a mature folks home.

I ask the question

I am sure no one wants to hear

As the years progress, I feel it inside

Who will sit beside my bed?

As I approach middle age with no or little hope of offspring

I guess it all in the winds of fate

It hard to live by oneself

Who will sit beside my bed?

A career is good it keeps me active

But family should be always its everlasting

So the choice we make will affect us later

Who will sit beside my bed?

Time we cannot control

It waits for no one not even me

If only I could set it back a few years

Who will sit beside my bed?

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CHIPMUNK on Dec 7, 2011
Well expressed poetry
Cynthia Bartlett on Dec 7, 2011
From a Nursing Home Caregiver’s view:

You do not know me, yet here I am
to lend to you, a helping hand
you’ve lived a good life
yet memory’s gone
still there are some
retained in song
you know the words
and sing along
I take you for a walk each day
if only around the halls
we sing Christmas Carols
or marching songs
At bedtime, I tuck you in
the next day is new
as we begin
Cynthia Bartlett – time:1936 day: 7 Dec 2011
poet09 on Dec 8, 2011
great job, we all grow older and need someone to be there for us.

Hi there!