by Keyvan Rashidi, MSIV


I'm old  
I've been told
Sitting in this room  
So much gloom
I'm not at my peak
I can't speak
I can't walk
I can't talk
But I can hear
Not wanting to disappear
I listen to the docs, nurses, and aides
As my time fades
They give me hope
So that I can cope
When they come I'm no longer alone
When they check on me I listen to their tone
They want to help
And I am truly grateful