My apartment building’s intent
Is to be where folk age in place
We covenant to have each other’s back
And enjoy our golden years in peace
An accoutrement worn by most
Is a bracelet-cum-alarm device
That sends out a call to the EMS squad
If its owner suffers a fall
I am an odd-person-out
This bracelet does not suit my style
Reminder of what might possibly be
Cramps the notion I want to live free
Then an accident occurred
Someone fell and could not get back up
Wearing no bracelet she could not call for help
And remained on the floor several days (She’s O.K.)
My son hearing about her dire fate
Questioned where I keep my cellphone
I said “Home in a drawer.” He replied
“Well, you should wear it around your neck.”
Hearing my objections he had an idea.
“Mom, how about getting Alexa?
Then if you fall she can send out the call
And EMS will come out and get ya’.”
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