The old one

Based on my experience when visiting a nursing home

It’s such a nice day, but for them it’s just a usual day
Nothing changes there, just the time, and the sky
But suddenly, there, lots of younger teenagers come to visit
It’s no longer the same day as usual
Dance, sing, smile, laugh, even cry
Telling stories of the precious moments
Perhaps they only feel it once in a week, or months, or even years
They are not the same as us anymore
They can no longer run, they can only walk, step by step, weakly
They don’t have gadget, their only friends are the people there
Bed, chairs, television, microphone, guitar
But they, cherish all the time left of their life, more than us
Laugh and cry from the bottom of their heart, knowing there won’t be much time for them
Dance and sing the loudest, like it’s the last day of their life
Why, won’t you care for them?
Why, they must end in a place like that?
Don’t you have much more time? Are you really that busy, so you can’t take care of them?
Without them, you didn’t even exist in this world
Will you go back to those times, when they truly care about you? When they didn’t even leave you alone?
Will you?

Just why, did they have to end in that place?