We live so many alone, frail
unwanted like a rusted nail,
cast aside, from most unseen
life can be so cruel, so mean.
In single rooms we’re shut away
some don’t see the light of day,
contact with a world once known
a television, news that‘s shown.
No longer can we run and dance
years have past, we had our chance,
we worked, we fought a mighty war
but left like this, what was it for?
The council knows that we exist
they have us kept upon a list,
a warden checks if we’re alive
if they actually do arrive.
No help is given to get about
stuck indoors we don’t go out,
many of us as I’m told
just see four walls, because we’re old.
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I really liked this.
J
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Thank you for your entry in the contest, a very stark and interesting poem that paints a very bleak picture of the future for us all.
All the best
Sue and Jeff
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Love it!! Long time no see, but there's still good poetry here.
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Working in a nursing home environment, I see this first hand; every day
Just because one gets older DOES NOT mean they should be forgotten or cast aside
This truly touched my heart, hon
Let the ink continue to flow!!!
Love ya,
Sandy
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I do so agree with the comments before on this heartfelt write-well done Brian and good luck.
Hilly xxx
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Aw, you are so right about this poem! The elderly do get treathed badly now a days. Makes me fear of growing old.
We, the new generation, really should pull together and take care of those who gave us a world to live and love in, if it wasn't for the old soldiers now laying on the death bed we wouldn't have been a proud country or world.
I wish you the best of luck on the contest!
- Meroza
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Great poem
How true. Well put.
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