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(21011965 / Islamabad-Pakistan)

A Place called HOME......the eldely infirm

I was the proverbial busy bee
Up in the attic down on my knee

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  • Ozark Mountain Homegrown (9/1/2013 8:55:00 PM)

    Life does go by so quickly..Unfortunately, when so many inevitably reach that age of infirmary, and are totally dependent upon others for their care, no one is there for them. It is truly a very sad and lonely existence, and ending to their lives.. Very touching...

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  • Yasmeen Khan (2/17/2013 1:43:00 AM)

    Your poem is permeated with philosophy of life. it's candle burning slowly..fleeting and last flicker is death.
    Last couplet bears plaintive tone and reminds me of Macbeth:
    'To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
    Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
    To the last syllable of recorded time;
    And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
    The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
    Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
    That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
    And then is heard no more.'

  • Ruby Honeytip (12/19/2012 9:20:00 PM)

    Stevie Taite sent me over to have a look at your work. Absolutely correct was she: -)
    Stirring words indeed

  • Ritty Patnaik (6/16/2009 1:18:00 AM)

    though old age can be frightening, it is one unavoidable truth all have to face.your poem has a message to all of us, to take care of oldpeople, so our children learn the same.i admire your sensibility, on touching a subject like this.
    good write.......ritty

  • Indira Renganathan (6/13/2009 10:21:00 AM)

    This trend of Home for aged is so pathetic....while aging itself is too horribly painful..your poem is soul stirring....and thanks for your comment on my 'daybreak'

  • Marilyn Lott (6/13/2009 8:24:00 AM)

    Sad but so true to life. Not an easy time when one
    gets old and worn out. You did a great job of description
    with my favorite type of writing style. A '10! '

    Best Wishes,
    Marilyn

  • Linda Ori (6/11/2009 2:17:00 AM)

    A sad commentary on the process of aging. I picture a room full of rocking chairs and memories. The inhabitants no longer living, merely existing and counting the hours. This is home of a different kind, and yet it is where many will end up. Thought provoking, and difficult to think about.

    Linda

  • Seema Aarella (6/10/2009 6:22:00 AM)

    Home is the place where we can say we are free within the walls......but one thing that should not reside at any home is loneliness.......the pain of an aging lonely man is brought out in realistic words.....! ..

  • Duh Huh (6/1/2009 8:54:00 AM)

    An appropriate title on a well thought out poem. No matter the situation, home is where the heart is. Thank you for sharing.

  • Sandra Martyres (5/31/2009 5:41:00 AM)

    A very touching piece on the place called home Saadat....

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