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Nursing Home Blues
by Howard Rotberg (with thanks to Johnny Cash)
I hear the plane a comin'
It's flyin’ fast as it can
And I ain't seen the sunshine since this plague began
I'm stuck in long term care prison, and it’s like a G-d damn jail
But that plane reminds me I want to be in Fort Lauderdale;
When I was just a young man, my papa told me - “Son
save some money for old age and enjoy retirement fun"
But my kids told me I needed nursing care - till I die
When I hear that Florida-bound airplane, I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks flying down in their fancy private jets
They're probably drinkin’ champagne, knowing that’s as good as it gets
Well I know I worked too hard for too long
I know I can't be free
But those people escaping Covid
That's what tortures me
Well if they freed me from this nursing home prison
If that private jet was mine
I bet my dementia would be better in that Florida sunshine
Far from this long term care prison, that's where I want to stay
Sitting on Delray Beach would chase my blues away.