Not for good,
For a nursing home when old,
My friend Ruth,.
Young 71,
Says going to a nursing home will be a relief,
I don’t think she gets it,
She says,
‘I WILL no longer have to wonder where my food will come from,
She eats little unflavored meaks on wheels once a day,
Mon-Friday,
Sat and Sunday she sleeps,
I want to see she eats,