REMEMBERING

 

As I age, watch as friends and family pass, I cannot help but think about what's to come. We, and I say we, as others that I know think the same, are also fearful of what's to come. We keep ourselves busy, try to remain needed and important, but still, as one by one others pass, we cannot help but think of our future.

There’s not much to be said about ageing,

being aged, unless,

remembering things from your past

can be told, and

there’s someone to listen 

to the things that you remember 

from so long ago. 

In days gone by there were families, large families, and ageing wasn't feared. The aged were protected at home, and loved, and cared for, to their end. Dementia was observed, and gently treated. Today, much different. Large families are no longer needed, or so it's thought, as social services will take care of the aged. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Of courses some are fortunate to still have family at home, or close by, to lend support, but most end up in long care facilities. It's all very sad. Alone and abandoned. Waiting..... 

So, as we age we try to hang on.....fearful of what's to come.....

REMEBERING

Memories,

like snapshots of events, 

linger, 

still fresh in his head,

lasting impressions,

a novel, his novel,

remembered.

With no one to listen,

alone with his thoughts,

the old man travels down 

empty, 

dusty, 

hallways,

looking in doorways,

searching ,

for moments remembered.

He tries to remember the names of those 

that lived here, and

those that lived there,

all gone now,

but where.

Time passes,

as time does, and

with the day’s end, 

he continues to wander,

searching,

fearing ,

finding a doorway,

with him standing there.