Aging Poem by Billy Loving

Waiting for help to come
Not knowing where from
Days turn to years
I've shed so many tears
Always waiting, so frustrating
No call
Nothing, not even something so small
The one they ignore
Standing at the door
Where will I be in a year?
Of that, I do not fear
An answer, looking to find
Their being so unkind
Always asking why
As another passes by
The calendar turns like the pages of a book
Not giving up hope, continuing to look
When the end will be
Unknown to me
Lines on the face
Unable to erase
The story continues to unfold
As I turn from young to old
What the outcome will be
Unable to see
When it comes, I'll be ready
As solid as rock, strong and steady