I visit the senior home- there is a cage in the basement with parakeets that greet and potted plants in the hallway. The walls are pink and cheery and the floors are clean and shiny The air smells like the pool and the hospital - Chlorine and Dettol I take the lift upstairs to where the rooms are the television is blaring a few seniors are on the couch staring I tiptoe across the room attempting invisibility To the fourth door on the right I gently slide the door Somewhere in between the white sheets and the blue blanket is a face that's mine I loom like Gulliver I am flooded by guilt, I stand helpless at the feet - that once led and let me follow then guided and let me walk beside and later stood one step behind me lest I fall They lie on the bed withering, as I stand tall And I can do nothing Nothing at all.
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