You look at me through steely eyes,
As just someone to be despised,
A vacant shell to leave and ignore,
Caring for me is just a chore.
A job you do with no affection,
Avoiding my looks in your direction,
Well I may no longer be young and free,
And my body not as able as it used to be.
Just because my eyes are weak,
And my bowels are sometimes prone to leak,
Doesn't mean my feelings are dead,
I have heard the words that you have said.
I had a good life when I was younger,
Living it to the full with passion and hunger,
And if I could do it all again,
There's nothing that I'd like to change.
You see I've done everything I wanted to,
And tales to be told there are a few,
You don't care that I lived a life,
And fathered children with a loving wife.
Now I'm old and my wife is dead,
And memories are scrambled in my head,
Grown up children from the nest have flown,
I feel trapped in this room all alone.
Unable to care for myself anymore,
Waiting for you to open my door,
Continued abuse day after day,
For this I worked all my life to pay.
© A S May 2014
