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My in laws need a temporary stay in a nursing home.
So my wife and I went there to check it out
Sadness and despair enveloped me
The hopelessness and emptiness of human shadows.
These people are swimming in the river Styx
The river to the underworld.
Figures in wheelchairs.
Slumped and motionless
Their faces, their eyes empty
These people are not here anymore
They, their souls are in transition
Suspended half way
Away from our world
Being carried by the river’s current
Such a depressing feeling
This place is trying to get hold of me
To pull me in it’s deadly current
These people lived long lives
Long lives nearing the end
Lives full of hopes, ambitions, desires.
Lives outside these walls
Now just ashes left
Remnants of lives fully lived
Ashes floating away
I feel sorry for them, afraid
And I cannot help wondering
What awaits me?
What the future holds?
Will I become a ghost of myself?
Slumped in a wheelchair, helpless
No will to go on
The thought scares me
Why go on?
But what are the choices?
Are there choices?
Who is to decide when it is time?
Will I end up like this?
Held up in this world by loved once?
But soon we left the nursing home and we are back among the living
We better live every day I thought
Live it the best we can, do something, enjoy every day.
While we can
We don’t know what the future holds.
Greek myth a river in Hades across which Charon ferried the souls of the dead
[from Greek Stux; related to stugein to hate] http://www.thefreedictionary.com/Styx