20150726: Entering the Seventh Stage ...

Like a novice entering a nunnery

I'm going into a nursing home;

I'm not really old enough,

And I'm still inclined to roam.

I'm not waiting for God,

Or close to death's door;

I am still compos mentis,

And I could stay for more;

My problem lies in my body:

It has betrayed me brutally,

I'm so dependent on others

There's no other option for me.

A chronic illness attacked

A long bad time ago;

The story is a very sad  one -

A veritable tale of woe.

I'm fortunate to have family

Who are generous to me;

If not for their helping hand

I don't know where I'd be.

So now I sit in hospital

My doctors appalled at the idea

That I might want to go home

When I managed to make it clear

Because I cannot manage alone -

That's when my accidents occur;

I wait and wait for a room in a home

But not without demur -

I The 

Because I'm only sixty one year old,

And despite my disablement,

I certainly don't fit in the mould 

Of a nursing home resident.

I've given in to my doctors' demands

They have my welfare at heart

I'm waiting now, time on my hands ...

But that's how it'll be, from now on!

22 July 2015

214 words, 36 lines.

Submtted 26 July 2015 to contest on AllPoetry.com  " ...Nw Life" hosted by Shivira.  Closes 8 August or 28 entries.  Prompt any thing, on a new life (vhange, event, etc, can be anything) no othr limits.