If I were a Nursing Home Administrator!

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I got this idea from another mylotters post. I simply answered the question in it then I came up with this poem. Just so that you will know, this poem was written by me and I just wanted to share it with mylot friends. Thanks for taking the time to read it and feel free to leave comments. Citychic (1687) If I were a Nursing Home Administrator, these are the changes I would make. I'd shake the whole place up and make it all the way live. There would be lots of singing and dancing and lots of slapping the high five. The food in the place would taste as good as could be. All of the ladies would be active doing the booty dance all the way down on their knees. And all of the men would be Active there too. They'd be smoking a little weed . And making love all that they wanted to. All up behind the trees. There wouldn't be any snitchers around. Lots of picnics going on. I'd tear the roof off that town. it wouldn't be anything like the norm. As everyone danced and jammed to the funky beat. I'd give all the senior citizens a place where they could really dig in their feet. They'd all have their own cell phones, their own rooms with Wide screen tv's. With extra room for all their junk. With kitchens as clean as could be. Attached to every bedroom there would be a spa. And all of those that requested would have their very own Masseuse. All of their family members could come to stay as long as they pleased. They'd feel like they were on vacation and they wouldn't want to leave. I'd fire every single worker that did not show empathy to these. If anyone walked in displaying a bad attitude. I"d send then right back home until they changed their little groove . To be put in a nursing home would be a real treat. All the holidays would be festive and a lively place to be. When finally I am coming to my end. I would fight to stay in my home So that I could be close to my family and friends. But if the time ever came that I was a burden upon anyone of these. Then I'd head on over to the nursing home. To partake of the festivities. I'd be out there trying to walk around, working hard to keep my shape. I would probably plant a garden there, a few trees and watch them grow. I'd probably break on down and back a few cakes for some poor old hungry soul. Then once I'd finally gotten all of my affairs in order. And I'd done all that I could do. I'd get down upon my hands and knees And I'd be there praying "Father, I'm ready to come on home with you". I'd pray that all of my little old friends and family could all be there too. And every single life that I'd touch, would be at heaven's gates. For I'd know that my Journey would be over, once I'd seen my Father's face.