Final Breath Poem by Dorsey Baker

The Old person sits on the
Edge of his bunk bed
Waiting for breakfast to come
He bites his lip accidentally
As he grits his teeth in protest
This place is just like a prison to him
Friends and family come here
To visit him
But They don't stay very long
What's on the menu today
Just another tasteless meal
They won't let him leave this place
Because he is doing a
Life sentence here
It's the old folks home
And it seem all the people
In the place got some very serious problems
A prison for old people
To be put in and live in
Until they breathe
Their final breath!