Resuscitate

Do not

Sit me in front of the TV

At the old folk’s home.

Push me to a window

So I can watch the birds,

The clouds, the changing sky,

The wind, the trees,

Approaching storms.

As long as I live,

I want to remain

Part of something

Real and alive,

Worthy of praise.

And if my eyes are dim,

Crack the window, please,

So I can smell the rain,

Feel the breeze

And hear the rustle of leaves

And the chirp of birds.

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