i don't live in a zoo
(the voice of the Nursing Home Resident)
I may be small, crippled, and my voice oh, so frail;
Can’t walk, can hardly see, and can’t even yell.
But I have feelings, my heart still beats well;
And I’m able to push my call bell.
I still know love, I can feel hate; I understand being in the way;
Sitting here by the window, I can feel the sun’s ray;
And though you may not know it, I understand what you say;
And I listen to you every single day.
If I’m a nuisance, and just a ‘job’ for you;
Please, please go find another line of work to do;
For I need someone here in my ‘home’, not so crude.
I’d like to smile again, I’m tired of feeling so blue.
So next time you walk by me, at least let me know you care;
By a gentle word, or tender touch, just to know you are there;
And though I may not be pleasant to look upon, I once was so fair;
And it won’t be long, honey, ‘til I’m not sitting here in my chair.
My days are numbered, I know that, and for that I do not sob;
My Lord has a better place, for me where I can walk on Heavenly sod!
So don’t look at me, thinking I am old, not worth much, and odd;
Remember the Lord loves you too, and He blesses you with a job!
And it can be more than a mere job that you do;
It could become much more pleasant, ‘tis true.
So don’t push me and my friends around like we’re in a zoo;
You are our ’caregiver’, we’re not in cages, but we are watching you!
02/16/2010
By Joy Marie Parker
I may be small, crippled, and my voice oh, so frail;
Can’t walk, can hardly see, and can’t even yell.
But I have feelings, my heart still beats well;
And I’m able to push my call bell.
I still know love, I can feel hate; I understand being in the way;
Sitting here by the window, I can feel the sun’s ray;
And though you may not know it, I understand what you say;
And I listen to you every single day.
If I’m a nuisance, and just a ‘job’ for you;
Please, please go find another line of work to do;
For I need someone here in my ‘home’, not so crude.
I’d like to smile again, I’m tired of feeling so blue.
So next time you walk by me, at least let me know you care;
By a gentle word, or tender touch, just to know you are there;
And though I may not be pleasant to look upon, I once was so fair;
And it won’t be long, honey, ‘til I’m not sitting here in my chair.
My days are numbered, I know that, and for that I do not sob;
My Lord has a better place, for me where I can walk on Heavenly sod!
So don’t look at me, thinking I am old, not worth much, and odd;
Remember the Lord loves you too, and He blesses you with a job!
And it can be more than a mere job that you do;
It could become much more pleasant, ‘tis true.
So don’t push me and my friends around like we’re in a zoo;
You are our ’caregiver’, we’re not in cages, but we are watching you!
02/16/2010
By Joy Marie Parker