Rest Home Dilemma

A lonely old man
In his rocking chair.
He just rocks
And he goes nowhere.
He'll look at you
With a glassy stare.
The sight of him
Is hard to bear.

He lost his love
Of many years.
His bloodshot eyes
Are filled with tears.
He hardly knows
If you are here.
In his sad life
There is no cheer.

He only waits
For his final day.
When they come
And take him away.
Then he will rest
And all can say.
He'll meet his love
And together they'll stay.
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Posted: Jan 2013

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LadyMorgana60
A very well written Melancholic poem Studecar hug
Enjoyed very much thank you wine gift
paloma66
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studecar
Thank you ladies for reading my poem, it is a shame that people have to go through situations of which I have written. Of course we all face the final day, it is nice when that day comes to just go to sleep and meet our maker. studecar handshake
Odette67
A lonely old man
In his rocking chair.
He just rocks
And he goes nowhere.
He'll look at you
With a glassy stare.
The sight of him
Is hard to bear.


This is so sad..and could be our fate one day..I just pray I go to sleep for etrnity just like my Mam. hug purple heart
Fellsman
Hi studecar

You capture the pathos of the living death which is the lot of so many in those soulless rest homes as they approach their own inevitable end games, with great delicacy and sensitivity.

I salute this compelling write.

Bill wine wine
rapturecapture
Hi studecar
A very touching write...sad but very true.
Some people are abandoned into these "homes"and as time goes by,left without visits from so called Family...handshake
beautifulyou
Ty for this sharing. It's a raw look into a not so pretty place but you gave it your presence rose
studecar
Hello Beautifulyou, thanks for reading my poem of sadness, a fact of life, but it is such a shame one must meet their end in such a manner. Aside from that I used to live in Fairfield County. studecarwave
madtat29
I always wanted to go out like my grampa..smiling in his sleep...not screaming and yelling like the rest of the people in the car...drinking
Redex
A certainly good retrieve Kathy, a poem that is worthy of today too and many more years sadly.

Good write studcar thumbs up
Ann32love
It is a sad poem but it is the reality.So many of our elders are living lonely lives.Sometimes we forget how much they have contributed to societies and our lives.There is a famous proverb " Every time an elder dies a library has been burnt." When we spend time and care for our elders, each experience shared is like a book.They shouldn't die alone but as they take their last breath,their children and grandchildren should surround their bedsides because the library of knowledge was passed on.Thanks for reminding me because when I leave this website I am going to a library in a village close by.I will not let it burn.God bless you.smitten
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