The old man shuffles down the corridor on a walker
and wonders where his wife is who died a year ago.
He’s in a nursing home but doesn’t always know
where he is.
He’s medicated twice daily, and when he’s cognizant,
plays bingo in a well carpeted room with other
residents, whose names he sometimes remembers.
And when he’s self aware while playing bingo,
he thinks to himself —
how the hell did I come to this?
Bob Boyd