Waiting For God Poem by David Wood
Waiting For God
Sitting by the window looking out
Over the manicured lawn green,
Black birds and robins did shout
Their calling, wanting to be seen.
Memories were his only comfort
Of his dear wife of years gone by.
Life now seemed to be so short,
So lonely, he’d sometimes cry.
His family seldom visited him
Waiting for God at the farm
They came once a month on a whim
In the hope he hadn’t come to harm.
Surrounded by others the same age
Old and infirm in their ways
Writing their last paragraph on the page
Waiting at the end of their days
A fantastic poem about something sad but so true. And the sad thing is I don't think things will ever change.
very neat and painful expression...it is devoutly wished that we should take lesson out of it! ! !
you managed to show the pain in a very perfect manner, , , , great write
A very poignant poem David about an elderly man waiting for the end. I wrote one myself on this subject titled The Old Man alone in his Room, see what you think? Well written by you on a very sad but alas a very common situation these days.
The plight of the old and the infirm confined in the old age homes is so very moving! The greatest tragedy in life is not debilitating diseases or accidents or natural calamities, but of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for! A thoughtful dedication! !
the mental trauma one undergoes when left with none truly horrible. well defined poem. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 12:36:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
very good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.