Posted by: Jonathan Caswell | March 30, 2012

CAN’T GO HOME


CAN’T GO HOME

I can’t go home because

It isn’t as it was…

“My” house is still there

But it’s been used to care

For folks adjusting to the “outside” buzz.

I’ve turned State Hospital Blue,

Where my Dad worked for years and Mom too…

Where years of neglect

Many buildings have wrecked,

Where a wrecking ball may punch them through.

Field Days were many years past,

I don’t remember when the last

Patient carnival was

But I remember because

I saw a real bird carver’s last.

Our once self-sufficient “town”

Once vacated tends to run down…

The Beauty Shop no more

Resounds like a store,

The patients must go into town.

Most patient-filled buildings in ruins,

Some are kept up for other doings…

Campus fire and police

Still keep up their beats,

With a smaller circle of crewing.

Patients who stay are sicker,

Others in half-way homes quicker…

The institution

Made resolution

To not keep so many to dicker.

I could go on with much more,

The bakery, laundry and store…

The coal-fired steam plant

Pumps water but can’t

Be used for heating anymore.

Once home, where I grew up, exchanged

Its purpose for a world rearranged…

What went on before

No longer will soar,

I may visit, but it’s not home e’er again.

—Jonathan Caswell


Responses

  1. All things change and some not for the better, excellent write

  2. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

    SOME OF MY PAST…YOU CAN’T GO HOME AGAIN…I CAN’T!!!


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