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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem