Seniors (Part 2)

Silently musing as he rocks back and forth,
Where is he now? What is his worth?
Memories flod over like swollen banks of a river,
Piercing the soul, like the stab of a sliver.

The children, when young, were wild and free,
Running and laughing, so filled with glee.
Now so much older, so wise and so stern,
Can they still laugh? Can they still learn?

So long ago he could still walk
Unaided, unhindered, while to people he did talk.
Part of the movers and shakers was he;
Now just the memories, that’s all he can see.

Surrounded by noise, amidst all the bustle;
How he did glory; how he did hustle!
Now all is quiet, now all is still,
Silence pierced only by “Time for your pill”.

There is a glimmer, there is some hope;
Through others like him, who’ve learned how to cope.
He can still smile, laugh, love and cry;
If only on the inside, he can still fly.

The young ones can see every wrinkle, every line;
A roadmap of wisdom; to laughter a shrine.
The smile has not left him, it’s only asleep;
When woken up, so poignant we weep.

So when you see him, all gnarled and withered;
Remember what you’ve read; remember what you’ve heard.
He’s still a person in need of some love,
Just one lonely man seeking peace from above.

A man with stories and wisdom to share;
Who’s still able to love and able to care.
One lonely man, struggling to see;
But careful – one day soon, that’s where YOU’LL be.

written by Ingrid Ewikowski
March 13, 2020

Until next time,
Inge