They’ve fallen in the battlefields of life.
Some heroes there, some undistinguished —
their final homes in little rooms with beds.
And there are people there
more mentally alert than I
and others who have lost their way
within the jungles of their minds.

People, out of duty — out of love
come by to to hold their hands —
sometimes to share some history —
or some gossip or a joke —
sometimes just to sit in silence.

No one foretold how this would be —
these final chapters of those lives
that once held promises —
some realized and some not kept.

We who live outside those walls
that harbor those who need more care than we
may never join our peers within —
but then again, we might.

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