Wait for nothing

 

Yesterday was a good day to visit an old-age home.
Yesterday was not a good day to visit an old-age home.
There's no good day to visit an old-age home.
The old-age home is a senior living facility around here
Fancy, doesn't make life any better, nor it facilitates much.

The door was open of the first room I passed
An old man staring through the window seated in a wheelchair
But his dull eyes seeing nothing, only dead stares.
Passed an old lady in another room,
With a half-dried rose in her hand, tearing petals one by one,
Will he come, will he not, didn’t linger enough to know
What did the last petal reveal? Who was that he?

Time is still in the senior living, the wait for a son, a daughter
Just a wait for so many; for so many ‘ts in vain
The true wait is for death, the only truth in life.
Time stands still, life immobile, senior living, the old-age home.