Was it like this my entire life
or only since the years stole
in and swept away beauty and desire?
I stand here, watching shadows
of youthful joy and folly,
longing for a simple touch
or even the smile of a stranger
passing by me in Wal-Mart
as I walk slowly, using my cart as a cane.
They are so busy with their lives.
They have things to do and families
to raise and who love them. You are gone
now, leaving me to this darkness,
Gazing at life unfurling before me.
Sitting on my porch, watching
through the another’s window,
nursing memories and fears.
Waiting for death.
For Poetics at dVerse, Lillian would have us look outside or inside a window. The poem I’ve written isn’t about me, but it is something I have encountered so very often working as a nurse with, for the most part, elderly patients. Though I don’t feel old, I know age is sneaking up on me, so I begin to look at things more often from the perspective of the elderly. Please, don’t forget them!