saadat tahir

Gold Star - 5,451 Points (21011965 / Islamabad-Pakistan)

A Place Called Home......The Eldely Infirm - Poem by saadat tahir

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

Brush the piano feed the hare.
Tend the home with loving care.

To the market now, hitch a ride.
Water the hollyhocks on the side.

The fence an lawn were my pride.
So the kids an my hubby's stride.

Walked at a clip an over the hill.
How fast it was I wonder still.

Surely sets to our east and west,
At HOME here, a guess at best.

My glasses I broke on that sill,
get em fixed, don't have the will.

No ones been to see me for days
My sis when called, said she prays

See my hands, he'd tenderly hold,
gave me a solitaire, ringed in gold.

Wrinkled dry, parched with times.
Knobby; shakin, searching dimes.

Could you please do my bed?
Could you nurse have me fed.

O' someone please do my shirts
Do someone, please draw the curts

We wet eyed rock an wait our turns
As nature cavorts an the candle burns

(April 22,2009)

Comments about A Place Called Home......The Eldely Infirm by saadat tahir

  • 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... (Report) Reply

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  • Yasmin 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.'
    (Report) Reply

  • 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
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  • (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
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  • 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' (Report) Reply

  • 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,
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  • 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.

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  • (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.....! .. (Report) Reply

  • (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. (Report) Reply

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

    A very touching piece on the place called home Saadat.... (Report) Reply

  • (5/30/2009 10:03:00 AM)

    a true representation of a place called home! (Report) Reply

  • Ashraful Musaddeq (5/7/2009 5:24:00 AM)

    Wonderful 10+ (Report) Reply

  • (5/2/2009 4:58:00 AM)

    Well penned sir, a tender touch adds a huge impact to your golden lines.....great piece 10+++ (Report) Reply

  • (5/2/2009 4:56:00 AM)

    Well penned sir, a tender touch adds a huge impact to your golden lines.....great piece 10+++ (Report) Reply

  • (4/30/2009 4:56:00 PM)

    Saadat, a Very beautiful & touching poem, well capturing the loneliness of the elderly who depend upon the paid relatives [Nurses etc], reminds us of the many elderly in our own familes who wait for our visit. Angel (Report) Reply

  • Akram Saqib (4/27/2009 1:26:00 PM)


  • (4/26/2009 5:03:00 AM)

    Excellent write of the ravages of time...made a very touching read...thank you...Fi 10+++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 1, 2012

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