Last Stop

When I was young
I could not foresee
how I’d end my days,
barely conscious
in a hospital bed,
in a nursing home
for the indigent,
staffed by the indifferent
of minimal service
to the ebbing lives
consigned to their care.
I can still cognate
sometimes when I’m clear,
but looking backwards
cannot determine
what I should have done
for a better ending.