Know this, a time comes when one must face
the darkness of reality. The cruel and gruesome
realism that awaits the aging body. A fist full
of ugly comes pouncing down the path and the
spilling of pain is not something one would ask
for.
Broken down limbs, that burning sensation
radiating within ones soul, high blood pressure
never seen before. Restless legs, sugar gone
awry and old friends have long said goodbye.
Loneliness lays on a slab, cold and rigid while
lines and folds fall abruptly. A young soul
within no longer recognizes the reflection they
now see and others who knew them can’t
remember that possibility..
Tears come easy within this space as age moves
quickly along. One day your up, the next your
down and another you’re barely alive. This cycle
never ends, O there’s nothing you can do. Perhaps
in the end, you’ll sit like a zombie while others
look after you.
An excruciating sense of dictatorship as one
overtakes your being. You must obey every order
and listen intently. Vexation is not allowed and a
temper you’ll pay the price. Black eyes, broken
bones, by strangers you never knew. Many
working for a buck and could care less about you.
My words are harsh and full of pain, but truth is
coming your way. Take these words to heart and
plan for better days. Home is where you ought to
be, no institutions for you. Save your money and
be good to others, may true love look after you.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Oct.3/2015
Time: 12: 01am
Planning for a better day Home is where you ought to be, No institutions for you Save your money and be good to others, May true love look after you. These are the anecdotes that may help one to lead the evening of life peacefully. However, it is generally found that the one who love their old kith and kin face lot of limitations due to ever intensifying struggle for existence. In such scenario the old people may not like to ss their suffering. Hence it is better to compromise wherever possible and bear possible hardships. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much for coming by, reading and commenting on my poem.....
Reality of life. Distressing but true. The ‘time’ that is available in this instant is our own. At least we can save for ourselves, be with good people, and believe firmly in ‘a healthy body in a healthy mind’. I’m just trying to be positive, though it is so difficult.
I had a rather long, dramatic introspection typed in here but as I hit send, it vanished. So let me just say, I know what you are talking about. Just keep smiling, Melvina! !
Thank you Kelly for your continual support of reading my poems.....
Verily, the passing time of life concludes to old age bringing weakness, helplessness, dependent traits in our life and we should be prepared to face the it. A lovely poem conveying a message...........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The fist full of ugly...How reality does strike with great suddenness, force, and resolve...This is an amazing work.