Why is it that the old end up being neglected
Because they’re not as strong as they used to be
Or as energetic or as young.
Life is something that runs its course
Everyone and everything gets older
Everyone and everything becomes slower every day.
All nature is once lively and beautiful
Then somehow, someday, it withers away
Ashes to ashes. Molded into the ground.
The same ground once treaded on
The same ground life was lived on
The same ground where love was found. For humanity and all else that is.
Pushed into the ground of minds
Before in before it’s time to actually go under.
Memories of the days once shared locked up and the key thrown away.
The memories of running together
Playing together, smiling together, just seeing each other
The connection’s erased. The memories become meaningless.
The old become useless or so people think
Because they can’t function the way they used to
How well they used to, but that is life.
Life. Time. Everything runs out.
All creation is like a book read over and over again
Till the pages begin to wrinkle
All creation runs on something like a battery
Whose voltage falls the longer it’s used
Our breaths, our heart beats slow down the longer we live.
Seems the world has forgotten
Just how much we need each other
In different ways even the ones we can’t think of now.
Sitting with your grandmother,
She’s old, and maybe she can’t run around with you anymore
But she’s still there to make you smile and to comfort you.
Sitting with your perro viejo
He’s old, and maybe he can’t run around with you anymore
But he’s still there to talk to and to make you feel better.
The old are still there
Sometimes forgotten, but still there.
To be cherished. To be cared for. To be loved.
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Just Life
PoetryLife. The things we go through The thoughts that go through our heads The hurt, The pain, The laughter, The tears, and The smiles. It's just life. It's just every single day. What somebody goes through. What another does. It's... ...Just Life
