I cna't poem anymore I
think I broke me

My nouns aren;t verbing and
adverbly I:m giving up
i think

I think i cna't poem anymore I
think I broke me

I worked at the hospital but they laid us all off

Cut backs in health care it was just too much

We sat with the elderly to help keep them safe

Their confusion tends to make them unsafe

I've gone to college and learned a new trade

With my CNA training I can get back to aid

To work once again with the elderly and confused

I can still be around and keep them amused

And we never stop being girls at heart.
Even at 80, in the nursing home bathroom mirror,
I will probably stop
and stare, at the parchment-faced woman,
with wrinkled cheeks and drooping eyes,
and wonder where the acne faced girl,
with bright round eyes,
has hidden herself away.
I will smile at the young, handsome, CNA
as he passes in the hall, wondering
what he would think of me at 18.