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    dots Submission Name: Judge, Jury and Executionerdots

    Author: Clayton
    ASL Info:    55/Country Boy/Somewhere
    Elite Ratio:    5.03 - 883/810/194
    Words: 78
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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       They have a room waiting for you--- SOMEDAY
    you'll be there too

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    dotsJudge, Jury and Executionerdots

    He sat there all alone staring at the floor,
    Expressionless and mute.
    A tattered wool blanket across febble knees,
    Awaiting his commute.

    There he sat in a small room with a bed,
    Expressionless and mute.
    The days lingered into years of loneliness,
    Awaiting his commute.

    Life was nearly over as age had taken its toll,
    A blanket became his suit.
    They carried him out of the rest home door,
    Cold, alone and mute.

    Submitted on 2006-08-27 11:50:41     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      My grandma was like that when my parents put her in a home...she just seemed to give up...'Expressionless and mute.' does sum it up beautifully. It took two years for me to persuade my mother to let her come and live with us and although it was hard going, and although she was never going to get 'better' she didn't seem to be just 'Awaiting her commute.' any longer. She gained some of the life back that made her the person she was...and that made all the difference...
    | Posted on 2007-01-15 00:00:00 | by selfbetrayal | [ Reply to This ]
      I can remember my Grandma being put in a home by my my mother and she hated it there...as much as they hated her being there. It was scary as a child to see someone who had once stood so strong and tall fading away with lack of care at this place. Then again...she never stopped giving them a good earful either...
    | Posted on 2006-10-02 00:00:00 | by selfbetrayal | [ Reply to This ]
      This was sad. I'm....good grief. Heh. I couldn't help but think of my great-grandpa. He was 99 when he made his commute out of where they had stuck him. And, you know....he never gave up giving the nurses hell. *Smiles remembering*

    I'd walk in when I went to visit him and I'd hear him back there, "I'm not eatting this #$*% pudding, missy. Teeth or no teeth missy, you're getting me a steak." And, all I ever thought was, "Give em hell, Grandpa, give em hell...."

    | Posted on 2006-08-27 00:00:00 | by BCute | [ Reply to This ]

    Just thought this was interesting to read. I know there are places out there where the old people can rest and be taken cared of by strangers but around here there aren't too many places. Either people die young here or old enough until they can't stand right or remember but not old enough to be in a retirement home. I guess it's kinda good and kinda bad. We folks here don't have too much time to take care of others. I mean, we take kids to school from an early age because we got work. Just imagine what we do with old folks. But around here, people are strong, so we don't really need retirement homes. Still, i wish i knew one so i won't feel so left out from this piece to actually understand what you're saying. All i can do is just imagine it in my head through your words.

    So far, i liked the words. It was interesting
    take care....
    | Posted on 2006-08-29 00:00:00 | by charmedidentity | [ Reply to This ]
      This is nice. However, the fourth line of the second stanza doesn't really follow the rhythm of the rest of the poem. Try another line that doesn't interrupt it as much.

    | Posted on 2006-08-29 00:00:00 | by resisted | [ Reply to This ]
      Hey friend

    This is a reminder that we all have a room waiting for us.
    I used to work for a healthcare service for a few years and I dealt with nursing homes as well as people dying in their homes. This was by far one of the worst jobs I have ever had. Not because of the people or the dying but of the way they were thrown away when they were considered a burden.
    My mother worked in a nursing home for a number of years and when I would visit her I would cringe at the things I saw.
    Is it life to live for death or is it death that waits for our last breath? Probably both.
    This is one of those writes that gives us thought to where we will be later on and who will have control over our ending.
    I for one will end it myself before it is decided that I no longer make a difference.


    This has hit me hard as I have thought of this many times over the last couple of years.

    Keep writing friend because it is a message that needs to be understood by all of us young and old.

    Respect and Admiration

    | Posted on 2006-08-29 00:00:00 | by Wisdom Seeker | [ Reply to This ]

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