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Wanderings of the Mind Children live in a fantasy world
Where fairy tales come true;
Young adults have their dreams,
Which they avidly pursue.
Upon becoming middle aged,
They see life as a losing game.
And, when they reach the golden years,
Find their hopes devoured by flame.
Children have their giggles,
It's such a happy sound;
Young adults still have laughter,
They are nice to be around.
When they reach middle age,
Their world has filled with fears.
And what about the old ones?
There is nothing left but tears.
To call old age "golden"
Is someone's sense of mirth.
We seem to treat our elders
As if they had no worth.
But one thing to remember,
Listen to what I say,
Old age is coming
To each of us one day.
you are so right on this one. I've worked with the elderly and I know how lonely they can be. I've worked in nursinghomes and see families make "Guest" appearances for show and tell, Ive seen seniors buck the idea of going to a nursing home viewing it as the last stop to the reaper. I ve seen those sitting in a lobby longing ,waiting for a visitor when others get one and they don't ,a major reason why staff becomes a second family. I've seen the heartbreak in the alzheimers unit too where one of 45 residents got visitors at all! Its so sad ...
Hi Jan,
A lovely poem, full of truth. It was a joy to read. Ceratinly hope you wont be filled with fears or tears.
Regards Ian