Caring for the elderly was my focus in life.
But I no longer have the drive.

Because of my age
I have reached myself that phase

Being old is great when you feel well,
But the demolishing time is pure hell

The breakdown for some is short and sweet,
While others have more then one need.

During my life, for many I cared.
Always hoping to be spared

The ravishing symptoms of lives decline
But they now engulf this body of mine.

Do we all deserve or earn
This point of no return?

I want to feel fit and strong
And not suffer like this for long

Health care as a young nurse I admired
But right now it leaves a lot to be desired.

I fit the mold
Of being old

Being send from here to there
Not finding comfort anywhere.

Doctors no longer diagnose
Because they are not taught I suppose

It is all very sad,
But the only treatment is to tell you swallow this or that

But thru this all
I try to stay in control

One thing I know for sure,
For dying of old age there is no cure.

But if you are willing to endure the pain
They keep you breathing as long there is a dollar to gain