Elderly Questions Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Loneliness of the elderly, left alone to get along the best they can with no one's love to help them, save their own.
Trying desperately to fit in a place they once belonged, only to find no one cares when you're old.
Sitting, staring, looking at the young, wondering where life has gone - wondering where the love they gave so unselfishly all these years could possibly have gotten lost.
All around them are questions getting old - with no answers as the years go by.
Everything seems to pass them as they grow old and a heart stops beating for it's once young life.
No one left to love or care, until they die and memories laid bare, cause a few tears to flow for someone who was once here.