Not Yet Allowed

Pasty white, their skin and eyes.
Looking past the walls that kept them in.
When was it growing old became a sin...?
Sterilized and hypnotized. Drugged into
a stage of in between. Not really living,
wishing they could die.

Dignity was shriven as the radiation treatments
brought the battles deep into their flesh.
No one asked them what they thought was best.
The fear of death became the shape and form
of yet another nursing home. Placed within
a crowd to die alone. A hard pressed variation
of the loneliness they'd always lived within.

Their children came, but never stayed for long.
Out-racing guilt down long and sterile hallways.
The elevator always brought them down.
Physicians rarely came to view
the process that their work renewed.
The government was eating all their assets.
Bureaucratic bullshit, nicely named
as just red tape. They rarely found
a route to an escape.

Pasty white, their skin and eyes.
Looking past the walls that kept them in.
When was it growing old became a sin...?
Sterilized and hypnotized. Drugged into
a stage of in between. Not really living,
but not yet allowed to die...

? Michaelette ?

12/07/2003
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