I had never heard any remark by anyone in my life
Who stated anything good about such a necessary place.
Therein the stretched miles of eyes and smiles being much
Un-pre-processed on the grounds of an unaccountable nature.
But in the old folks home the goddess of good nature
Seems almost as merry as she is wise.

As I oft do I carried in with me a hand truck loaded down
With doughnuts of every kind – 14 dozen in all.
Oh the smiles that permeate from the long faces each
Time I travel down the long hall.
Bertha, Martha Sue, Betty and Clare to mention a few.
Old Tom, Billy, Bob and Jacob too.

Like the pied piper they follow me all smelling the air.
“Ummm they smell hot and fresh,” Jacob whispers to Clare.
Pushing the double doors all the way back to lock open
I place one box of 12 on each table with 6 chairs.
Each box marked with a table number as I know
Who ordered what, and where tis they sit where.

Bertha always gets powdered with strawberry crème,
Martha Sue is the true classic with her original glazed dreams.
Old Tom decided it was time for a change with cinnamon and sugar
While Billy, wild Bill ordered chocolate ice with crème filling.
Betty, Bob, Clare and Jacob said simply to make of them a surprise.
Eighty four people in all get two each as it's the golden rule.

Oh there’s many more people to talk about but
That’s not what I’m here to do.
What good is life is if you have nothing to measure it or do?
The old folks home can be melancholy with lonely walls.
All that’s needed is a smile and something to look forward to.
Especially when oft the size of a gift is so extremely small.

I watch the room as they eat, smile, laugh and talk.
Life’s more about the connection we make and not about much else.
Dark faces full of light, quick eyes smiling with delight.
Long noses turned up on the end.
Teeth no longer white now sugar coated with a childish grin.
Prominent jawbones chewing away remembering where happiness begins.