Old Age Homes - Poem by Josey Alfred
The mind in whirl, as in a storm
To bridge the gap, now and the past!
Desires unmet are yet pending!
Six decades past are truly dead.
They strove to give a future bright,
To children God gave them too late!
They toiled hard, sweating for bread
To ensure children’s future safe.
Youthful their days decayed, in vain,
Like a snake fed through out, with dust.
For past struggle, such uphill task-
They now live in misery and woe.
And thus they are, two, bonny bags
With wrinkled flesh and knotted knees.
They have no balm to sooth their pain,
They roam the town to beg for food.
Now the bitter, waves of the life
Inflict pain and baffle their souls.
For whom they strove to feed and give?
Now act as alien, and ignore them.
Thus we have now the old age homes!
Nonetheless to cater meager their needs,
And to dispose them, just when dead,
And make room for other unwanted souls.
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