A NURSING HOME RESIDENT
I was once a beautiful china doll. . .
I floated above the rest with the sun in my clothes. . .
And the swans flew by. . .
Handsome porcelain cream swans. . .
I fancied them and they fancied me. . .
And we looked grand together. . .
Then the white swan came. . .
He was so bright. . . so pure. . .
I wanted to touch him, to know he was real. . .
But he was of snow, and I was of sun. . .
And he floated away. . .
I don’t remember floating after that. . .
The sun left my clothes and I became a rag doll. . .
Where did all my porcelain swans go, you ask?
It doesn’t matter.
Take me to Bingo please.
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