A Silent Mournful Prayer
An Oldster rocks on the shaded porch
at that home where Seniors go.
That final stop on their journey home
where their smiles no longer show.
Their worn out frames attacked by pain
everyday from dawn 'til dusk.
Staring into nothingness,
not knowing who to trust.
A visitor comes once a week,
but they can't remember who.
The world's now filled with strangers
as they smile while passing through.
Their blurry sight diminishing,
it's hard to make things out.
It's hard to keep one train of thought
or retain one thing to care about.
A stranger helps them eat their meals
and bathe and dress for bed.
Barely hearing moving lips
or what the person said.
They close their eyes to sleep once more
and say a silent prayer.
Lord Jesus come and rescue me
and take me out of here !
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:There but for the Grace of God go I !!
And the help from my caring, loving neighbours !