OLD PEOPLE

We love to see life
Feel the glow of the sun,
To feel the earth beneath our feet,
see the water in rivers and streams run.

We love to be with family
We enjoy our friends,
BUT
What do we do?
How do we feel?
When they don't want us.
Old people.

We don't walk as fast, see as good,
or hear as well as we did.
We do talk about the past
they feel, too much.

We helped shape our world,
Gave life to our children.
We gave ideas and ideals to live by,
and gave them a chance to grow.

They depended on us as babies.
Needed us as children.
Tolerated us as young adults.
They forgot us when they became adults.

Old people become old
because....
They are pushed back,
overlooked ~ forgotten.

WHY?
They answer, you have done your part.
Now it's our turn...

FOR WHAT???
We are forced to grow old
The world is only for the young
NO WAY~NEVER~NOT ME
I will fight, stay active and young at heart
Even if I have to be alone....
I will survive.
             written by Beverly
                                               thank you Beverly

FULL CIRCLE

Until you've walked a while in my shoes,
Don't toss me aside like yesterday's news.
Though I'm but a shadow of what used to be.
Don't turn away!  I beg you, Please.

There's a real living being inside of this shell.
Who's lived a full life, and lived it well.
I once was a child full of vigor and fun,
And wide eyed wonder of a life just begun.

I've passed many milestones over my years,
I fought many battles, and conquered my fears.
I was highly regarded in our society,
A leader and pillar of the community.

I've known both sorrow and happiness,
But now, I have out lived my uselfulness.
Clearly, time has taken my youth away.
I'm weak and frail, my hair has thinned and grayed.

Life's burdens and woes have wrinkled my face,
My memories so dear, have all been erased,
My spirit is dwindling, my flesh is too weak,
My thoughts are confused when I try to speak.

The one that I cared for, now must care for me,
I pray you may never know such humility.
Alas!  I've come full circle, I'm child like again.
I've lost control of my life, on you I must depend.

Until I'm called Home by my Father above,
Treat me with kindness, Compassion, and Love.
Give me the respect that I am due.
Because one day, I just might be you!
                Gloria Dianne

SENIORS LIVES ARE OFTEN LONELY

I'm at the Home, away from home~
I'm new here, don't you see?
Bewildered, nervous, frightened,
Please come and say "HI" to me.

I've brought a lot of memories
Of the way it used to be,
I'd love to share them all with you;
Take time to listen to me.

My hearings failing, so please speak up,
My eyes work hard to see.
One arm and one leg don't work so well,
But please don't pity me.

I realize you've got your own life,
A home, a family.
I used to have the same you know,
I'd love you all to visit me.

When sickness triumphs o'er my resistance,
A bother I can be.
I'm at the mercy of the staff,
Please take good care of me.

Upon those long and lonely nights,
I fear to die without thee.
Please don't leave and close the door,
But, rather, stay with me.

Old friends, their numbers dwindle,
Now that I'm eighty-three.
I lost another yesterday,
Please come and cry with me.

And when my journey here is ended,
Life's grip to set me free,
Don't fear, my dying is not contagious,
Come say goodbye to me.

The months and seasons pass,
The years so quickly flee.
Would I be asking you too much
To please remember me?
          submitted by N. Smith
                                thank you

I received these three poems about older people,
from three different people.
I'd like to say that it saddens my heart to see
this is how our elderly people are feeling.
Maybe we could all take a little time out
of our day, and try to give them something to smile about.
If you think about it, if it wasn't for them,
we wouldn't be where we are today.
God Bless All of our elderly!

Well I received a nice surprise in my
mail this week....
A wonderful poem, written in response
to the Elderly People Poetry
"So you have Grown Old...."
I'd like you to know,
You should never dismay
Because I truly will listen,
To all that you say.

You've lived life to the fullest
For company you yearn,
And YES, I will listen
For from you, I can learn.

Though the years may be selfish
And they take what they can
And I know you must crawl
Where you once really ran.

I will sit with you listening
Of true tales of old,
Where you once were so strong,
Where you once were so bold.

I'll delight in the knowing
That this time is well spent
As you speak of the old days
One by one, each event.

I will pay close attention
I will give you respect
I will drink of your words
Every sentence dissect.

For in my conclusion
I do realize
That the elderly are
Such dear people, so wise.

So I say to the old folks
As I sum up their worth
Thay are the most valuable
People on Earth!
             Mariah
                            2/3/00

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