Park Centre is the place where we all live,
Our home a work of art.
Contentment is our simple common theme,
A joy right from the start.
The dining hall, ‘tis truly great decor,
The food a banquet fine;
The conversation held is pure delight,
And for each meal we sign.
Apartments warm in winter, ‘mid the snows,
But cool from summer’s heat.
Convenient, clean, with kindly helping hands
To keep our living neat.
Activities to help the hours pass
It’s fun to learn and grow.
Then worship sets the vesper hour serene,
A Saviour to bestow.
The billiards room, a place of fun and skill,
For some a pleasure hour,
But when the ball gets out of eye and hand
The hour is surely sour.
The spa is so refreshing to the mind,
A tonic to the heart.
The exercise is right beside the pool,
A pleasant counterpart.
For broken things or some creative urge
The shop’s a place to go,
With tools to do most every single thing
For those who want to grow.
With books arranged in rows of many shelves
And magazines in racks.
A quiet room adorned in such a way,
To ignorance attack.
Go park your car down under northern wings,
It’s clean and safe from wind.
How nice to push and let the magic play,
To see the door ascend.
The letters come and go each day for all
When we just turn the key,
And check the box, for letters, cards, and bills,
And magazines that please.
The central desk is always there for us,
To answer all our needs.
What would we do without this ready help?
A service true, indeed!
Park Centre is the place for later years
With much security,
With health assistance just beyond our doors,
And true tranquility.
Let each one mark the days with simple joy
And call each hour a gift.
Then see the future as a paradise
And feel the Spirit’s lift!
(November 1994)