OLD AGE -The hardest stage!

The poem is written after observing lives of aged peoples,their hopes and only motive of life.

Shaking heads, wrinkled hands,
Seeking only love but seems to be fade.
Oh god, what an ungrateful age!

Gazing with innocence, taken as a nuisance,
Living merciful life without any chance.
Oh god, what a challenging age!

Casual is what loneliness, comes rare with happiness,
But try to indulge by praising the word 'hopeness'
Oh god, what a suffering age!

Family and friends become formality,
The way to treat them must be loyalty .
Oh god, give me the strength like stars
So I can add some shine into the lives of those with scars!

Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

When in early twenties, lived in Michigan. Went to Florida that winter, for warmth. The parks in Miami brimming with octogenarians,and their elders. At first impression, it seemed like walking dead. Conversations revealed a wealth of enviable and exciting chapters from their past. The infirmities of age, though inconvenient, was not their focal point. It was true joy for the "NOW", where they impressed me the most. Each day is a treasure to savor. This life lesson never left me and is a blessing still.

Playing In The Ruins
From the
Mindscapes
Of
Valormore

....Carefree oblivion to crumbling facades, unbridled awe, and hopeful expectations, guide the child’s steps through the wondrously made remnants of a once productive and beautiful church. Gone are the opulent adornments that once amazed all who gazed upon the splendor within. Surrounded by a thriving city, shadowed by tall buildings and bustling traffic, this charming little church was a rare jewel drawing multitudes to her peaceful gardens, where anxiety and strife melt away, finding no foothold in the fertile soil of this welcoming sanctuary.
....Rebeca sings to herself as she skips along the cracked mosaic tiles of a floor once admired as a masterpiece of artistic expression, so exquisite as to cause pause and adoration within each step from those who tread upon it with reverence. She indulges in long playful conversations with invisible friends and loved ones, laughing with bubbling joy at their comments, heard by only Rebeca, during her imaginary tea parties.
....For Rebeca, the white doves that come and go through the holes in the tattered roof to nest in the bare skeleton of beams that once framed impeccable frescoes, depicting virtuous values, appear as an angelic host announcing grandeur yet to be beheld as she calls to each by name with greetings, as they arrive to roost and rest in safety.
Rebeca too, rejoices in the harmonious harbor of this retreat from reality, until the daylight begins to fade.
....“Where is Rebeca?” asks Penelope. “She isn’t in her room and it is time to get her ready for bed.”
....“I left her in the garden,” says Glenda. “Steven was supposed to bring her in before his shift was over.”
....“I’m sorry,” says Glenda. “I’ll round her up straight away.”
....“If Rebeca is still out there it means she missed dinner too,” says Penelope. “I’ll have to reprimand Steven for negligence. These old people deserve more respect. We all failed to see to her needs in this matter.
....Penelope goes with Glenda. They find her alone, talking to the evening air, as if in the presence of dear friends. Glenda is relieved to find Rebeca is not suffering and hopes this will diminish her own discipline for absentmindedness. Penelope’s stern expression does not reflect leniency, however substantial softening replaces her displeasure as she speaks to Rebeca.
....“Time to say goodnight to your friends now Rebeca, we have your favorite dinner waiting and soon after, bedtime will be upon us.”
....Rebeca smiles at Penelope and Glenda, as she waves goodbye to the angels and long gone loved ones. She is aware the caretakers can’t see them. This is not the only occasion when Rebeca noticed the staff forgot about her. She doesn’t hold ill feelings toward them, knowing her time is her own as are her thoughts and memories. Rebeca is at peace within her ruins of age, knowing that soon she will move on to be with those she misses so dearly.

THE END
Valormore DE Plume
©1292016

[Sneh]

Dear Valormore,
The incident seems to be a great source of inspiration for me. Major times we notice aged or growing older one's often love to link up with their friends and age-mates. Which may affect their blood relations.The treatment to them will back same way to us after certain. Lucky, Like how you witnessed, I am sitting eager to experience something alike at least once.

Coming to the story, I personally loved the way 'Rebecca' preferred herself over the worldly beings to cherish. The whole story is compelling enough to amend the way and make a worth living!
With appreciation
-Sneh

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Observations indicate each new generation, collectively, have lost more respect for their elders. read moreObservations indicate each new generation, collectively, have lost more respect for their elders.
Thank you for this inspiring write. Please forgive my over reaction.

[Sneh]

Thank to you too for giving a great chance to enjoy such instance. I enjoyed, really. And no apology is allowed..
Lol☺

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

You are appreciated.

[barleygirl]

As an old person, I generally disagree with your premise, but I can also see where you get this idea of old age. Many times old people become immersed in their ailments or are seemingly disconnected mentally. I would like to encourage certain old people to liven up! But all in all, there are many lively old people. This may seem like a difficult age, but actually there are many advantages that come with a long life full of helpful lessons. We watch young people spin their wheels & we are glad we aren't like them anymore! I do appreciate your message & I know there are some oldsters that make oldness feel pretty dreary (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Sneh]

I consider your words heartedly. Thank you for lighting my knowledge a bit more. Much appreciated!!
Sneh

[Coyote Poetry]

Old age can be okay. Just walk slower and enjoy the things, missed in our youth. I liked the description. Old folks are happy, if have cold beer and grandchildren near. Thank you Sneh for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Sneh]

Thanks for sharing admirable thoughts, glad you liked it.☺
Sneh

[Coyote Poetry]

I did and you are welcome.

[dead letter office]

Each Breath and heartbeat is a gift at any age,

There is also great experience, memories and wisdom in age. We have experienced our limits in a visceral way, failures often teach greater lessons and weaknesses than victories. Old folks have friends; people enter and exit our lives all the time so making friends is a constant process. Family is often not just blood but who shows up and helps in times of need. I think you missed the joys of age where we have a better idea of who we are.

"Seeking only love but seems to be fade." reads a bit awkwardly.

I like your use of refrain and "So I can add some shine into the lives of those with scars!"

[Sneh]

Mr. Christos,
The above note has inspired me with reverence. This may be true that I considered only sorrows and not the rejoices but being a teenager I could only learn this far.
Thanks for the read and I will surely look ahead to observe the joys of this age!
Sneh

[dead letter office]

I'm smiling, love the life Christ has blessed you with, I would like you to review my work as well. thanls

[Sneh]

Sure, I will.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'OLD AGE'
Sneh,
The saying, 'old age is not for the faint of heart is so true. I think that all of us need to be watchful. We are aging every day and the inner person- the soul is where and who we really are. Focusing on the person and just loving each other is what is important. You have focused on the outward signs and cultural behaviors but the inner life of families and friends is different then what is posted above.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Sneh]

May be you are right at, what I have posted is purely based on observation and will try to perceive more.
Thank you !
Sneh

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Sneh,
We are all learning. Who you are right now and who you will be...it is an ongoing wonderful process. I enjoyed your poem and the opportunity to think about it. Blessings Kathy

[Sneh]

Indeed, I hope we all enjoy every little moment of life.
Love!-sneh

[Kathy Van Kurin]

AMEN TO THAT1