We've now become our parents' parents
As they slowly slither into senility
We take their hand and guide their steps
As once they did, with humility.
Knowing well that unlike us
Their steps will not progress
For closed in ceilings
Replace the summer skies
Of hope and growth.
The world grows small in tiny rooms
Of the most expensive nursing homes
Gone the freedom and the wish
To to rush away and run.
A world that's ruled by dinner bells;
Smells of soap and polish stay awhile
While relentless time marches on
In disinfected file
They sometimes know us, sometimes not
They live in times the world's forgot
Vivid for them the world of fifty years ago
More than the present and the now.
Defend their dignity
Protect their fragility
As they once cared for us
Babies in the cradle.