I linger here
All friends have gone
Family’s distant
The time is long
I pressed the pause
When the last died
Unknown cause
She seemed fine
Nobody spoke the truth
To please
That she died
From old age’s release
And now she is free
From the trite and simplicity
For lingering is just like a coffin for me
Time stretches
From each day to the next
It is so easy for them to forget
That I’m still left
They don’t think to visit the old
Who are left to linger alone
Content with their lives
So they don’t realise
How I don’t have the same
To fill the voids of my life
I don’t wish for a fuss
I don’t need that much
Just please don’t leave me
linger alone
When on the outside I grow old
If you look you will find
I haven’t lost my inner child
I can still laugh and give you a smile
So please don’t forget me
For it is no use to remember me
After I die
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Very touching and poignant. Your rapport with the aged is remarkable. 10, for your sensitivity. Warm regards, Sandra