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From The Heart Of A Nursing Home Resdient 

I sit here and stare,
   But no one seems to care,
If only they knew:
   My visitors are so few.

I sit here and think;
   Occasionally my eye may blink;
But no one stops to say,
   "How are you today?"

I sit here and wait,
   Food is still on my plate;
But I do not want that,
   For what I long is a pat.

I sit here and wait;
   I guess that's my daily fate;
For, without a doubt,
   I can not go out.

I sit her and wait;
   But for what time or date?
It is never too late
   To say, "My, you are great!"

I sit here so still
   (My age IS 'over the hill').
But I DO have a mind, you know;
   Even though it may not show.

I sit here and slowly die;
   Almost eveyone just walks by
But I AM yet alive,
   And I do have SOME drive.

So the next time you pass by
   Listen to my feeble cry;
Stop for just a minute,
   Notice my chair and who's in it.

I know you are in a hurry,
   Your world is in a scurry;
But my world is so still.
   Oh, stop please, if you will.

It would be such a thrill
   And I would get a little chill
If I could look into your eyes!
   I yearn for that prize.

For what do I wait?
   I wait for the Pearly Gate 
To swing open wide
   And I inside will stride.

The happy smiling faces
   I have met in many places
Are watching now for me
   Just beyond the Jasper Sea.

As I sit here, I really don't stare.
   I am simply looking over there
Where my friends are standing by,
   Waiting to greet me when I die.

What I am thinking of 
   Is all those I love
Who have gone on before
   Through Heaven's door.

Yes, today I sit here still;
   But very soon I will
Be free from all pain
   And revel in eternal gain!!!

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