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The Old Man

Sounds, of life , passes
by the door; Never stopping
to come in. Never asking
questions
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Alone, and forgotten by
all who should know him;
He waits, for the knock on the door;
Quite often, he hears them,
they call, in their playing;
The people, who walk, by the door.

The lights, they go off now,
it all comes to blackness,
a silence, drifts in through
the door, but no-one has called him;
He sits there, quite lonely,
the man, who just stands by the door.

His young wife, has gone now;
She's gone now, a long time,
she died, when the children were
small; He raised them and their
kids, for time everlasting and
now, they've gone out of the door.

He's, tired now and lonely, this
granddad and father; He wants, just to
talk for a while.  But no-one will call now,
they've got no more time now;
He's left, all alone by the door.

Author notes

I though of this after reading of an elderly man found dead
in his home. He had died three weeks before
Written August 12th, 2004

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  • cutiepie gold member
    November 17, 2004
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    Thank you .... this poem still bring a lump to my throat when I read it, not because of the poem but of the content, such a sad way to end one's days I hope Jesus knocked on the door as I hate to feel that this gentleman would be alone


  • ColinSJones
    November 17, 2004
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    aw this is sad and touching the first parts remind me of Jesus "behold I stand at the door and knock" very well done


  • -BlackKnight- gold member
    September 23, 2004
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    This was beautiful; simply beautiful. I hope I don't end up as some lonely old guy like that; everything I think about something like that, I start feeling pretty crappy. Good luck.


  • cutiepie gold member
    September 23, 2004
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    How true, it is the human contact they crave Many thanks for your kind words

  • Bonzo
    September 23, 2004
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    So sad, there is so many elderly out there that just want some contact with others. I used to work for the elderly cleaning their houses etc and I could never get a thing done! They just wanted to show me their photos tell me their storys etc. You have captured that in your poem That longing......
    Well done. BON


  • cutiepie gold member
    August 13, 2004
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    Certainly

  • Pari Ali
    August 13, 2004
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    can I make it poem of the day


  • cutiepie gold member
    August 13, 2004
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    I agree, it is a sad reflection on society thank you for you kind words, they are much appreciated

  • Pari Ali
    August 13, 2004
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    Oh such a true sad tale of all old people, people that time forgot when i go to India I see so many of them and though most people are still living with their kids there the kids have no time for them so many have lost their friends too, they seem to be simply waiting for death. sad state of affairs that is why I want to focus on the old people too on the site, they lived theri life in a giving productive way they do not deserve this neglect.


  • cutiepie gold member
    August 12, 2004
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    Thank you Ashes, I am glad you enjoyed it


  • Ashley Bright silver member
    August 12, 2004
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    sometiems we all need a little sadness
    it keeps the balane!
    definately a good write here
    give me something to chew on for the night
    thanks for sharing

    ~ashes~

  • cutiepie gold member
    August 12, 2004
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    Thank you I am glad you enjoyed it I also remember the Singing coalman but as you, I cannot remember the nameThank you for your kind words


  • Hoosierpoet silver member
    August 12, 2004
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    This poem has a wonderful rhythm to it, and is a joy to read in spite of it being sad. I think another good name for this would have been "Alone By the Door." This reminds me a lot of an old country song called "It Was Only the Wind" - only that was about an old lady. It starts out with the lines "She would sit by the window and gaze out, down the road where her children had gone, One by one they had all gone and left her, sitting there by her window alone" the chorus was "It was only the wind, Your children are not at the door, It was only the wind, The wind, restless wind, nothing more." I wish I could remember the whole song. I can't remember the singer's name, but he was nicknamed "the singing coalminer." Anyway, thanks for sharing this poem.

    Best wishes,
    Moses
    Edited on Aug 12, 5:23 p.m. because ''.


  • cutiepie gold member
    August 12, 2004
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    I agree

  • FreeLikeAButterfly
    August 12, 2004
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    Ya well when life gets you down you gotta look up


  • cutiepie gold member
    August 12, 2004
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    Thank you


  • cutiepie gold member
    August 12, 2004
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    Yes, life can be sad, thank you for your words, they are much appreciated


  • August 12, 2004
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    Wow this is really good work... i love it!!!

  • FreeLikeAButterfly
    August 12, 2004
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    Wow this is really intiguing. Its sad how alot of elders are left alone to ponder their certain death...hm, makes you think.

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