The Athens Daily Review published an anonymous poem from a nursing home resident. Tragic.
One poem is shared below as written:
“I am just an Old Ole Maid
Now, I need a nurse’s aid
To help me with a chore
But when I ask for help, they ignore.
So I seldom make a request
The aids think I should only exist
So as they sit and shoot the breeze
I can’t put on socks so feet freeze
I seldom get a hair wash and shower
So, I don’t smell like a flower
My sheets need to be changed
But, that can’t be arranged.
My room would look better if bed was made
I think that’s why they get paid.
The reason all hall aids seem to be gone
Is because they are on the phone.
I haven’t even scratched the surface
But I think that you get the jest.
So, I must keep on living
And try to be more forgiving.
I can’t sign this, alone.
All residents sing the same song.”