Nursing Home Blues

Staring out of my Nursing home window
Only one pane of glass separates me from dementia
There are no garden views only others
Old like me unfree
My last visitor was the doctor
The family seem to have deserted me
Six children eight grandchildren and I
have parted ways
It will be so good to die
just so I can see old friends again that left before me
The ones still here may as well be dead
as like the dead I have seen nought for years
life could not be sadder