.
Large glass double doors
Sun stopped outside
L-shaped room, chair-lined
‘You can’t sit there’
Words rang loud and clear
I looked for an upright chair
Most were bottomless pits
Traps for the unaware
People dressed in Sunday best
I recognised one or two
Some of the rest were new
Inmates – how ‘they’ hated the word
Residents is what ‘they’ preferred
Like animals, accepting fate
Tame, meek, all submission
Absolutely no assertion
Who remembers they are there
Perhaps Death will be the one
Sent to remind them
Of what they forgot
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©DGA 30 December 2011 09:50
