Old Age And Mercy Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

By accident and by my usual welcome I asked her to have a seat, She looked very old and very tired, She was going shopping, She told me that she had two sudden strokes, She complained about the mistreatment by those Whom she raised one day, Her late husband passed twenty-five years ago, She had two sons who passed away some years ago, Everyone left her alone, She complained, but She chose to be near God's side, She needed health care, but No one cared, Old age is so hard because an old man or An old woman often left unattended by their relatives, Her eyes told me the pains and the sufferings She encounters every single day, To be old, It means mostly to be left or uncared for by anyone, I felt my tears while I had talked to her, Mercy sometimes is absent because We care about other things other than our parents, Love is absent because we loved other things, One day we will be old people, so As you sow, then you will reap.