Lonely Lady Poem by Sandra Martyres
Lonely Lady
I need you dear to patiently listen to me
I am just an old and lonely lady.
Indeed I do have family living around me
But none has time for me, a poor old lady
My children and grandchildren are always busy
Their life style leaves me feeling dizzy
They zoom around in their fancy cars
They say they need to reach out for the stars
In their high speed rat race and money chase
For me there is neither a role nor any place
My presence is cramping their life style
I need to leave and go away for a while
Then perhaps if they do miss me
They may even change their attitude towards me
If they do not, I will no effort spare
To find another home where people care
Hopefully I will then be more at ease
Among caring people, less difficult to please.
But for now my dear please sit right here
And help me to overcome my depression and fear
This is an agony of a particular generation Yes... its true... they can't match the speed in the race Yes... its also true... they are lonely left in no grace. But.. of course.. this 'But' is very important The same old generation whom we talk about... Once had lived the same way with those, their, old... Had similar say... several writer wrote their way. Its all the game of time, past, prime and last. May be we should glance all from time's angle To feel a sense of calm. Still feel the pain of that generation Knowing very well, there is a same say to self one day. Thank you.
Very touching Sandra, A definite keeper. One that I think will hit home soon enough
You have a valid point here to make, Sandra...many oldies try to follow the fastness in the lives of their younger generation keeping aloof as if they watch a car race on TV...such shows perhaps not much to their taste...good write...10
Sandra! This is a very touching subject you have as usual done full justice to it with finely woven word structures and a clear diction. Long long ago I wrote on the same subject, viz. 'Human's are like this'. If time permits, please take a look at it. I see the present generation children to be more and more apathetic towards their elders............I wish I write more on this.
what a beautiful write..well let me keep you company then hehe..spectacular and genuine write my friend!
Another good dramatic monologue, Sandra. You have a flare for these!
Absolutely, marvelous how true that we do not care for the ones who cared for us! Excellent write.10++++
A Sad reality of our times.............where old age homes are flourishing and the hearts of people are shrinking......Good Write..........
What a poignant write. Praise for your compassion and insight. 10, of course. Love, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 8:18:22 PM # 1.0.0
An awesome poetic expression of the concerns of the age. With all sympaties for the aged and the infirm, the poem highlights their neglectful lonliness, a gift of the western micro family concept which is now catching up the whole world. New oldage homes are coming up to replace the ancient family concern and care. But they cannot be its substitutes as they lack the personal family touch and have all the sordidness of selfisness of the people organizing them. CP