Wounded Shadows

A poem to elderly people

In the eyes of a realist it clearly sees

 

How shadows are born to contend their voices,

 

That they must be pampered in all of their cries

 

Begging for reinforcements to the younger vines.

 

No one has able to think of the ways

 

On how to assist the vintage faces,

 

For they are truly unrecognized

 

By the new generation they are deprived.

 

In terms of the study of a living society

 

Forgot to emphasize a significant intervention,

 

That people who are walking on curved body

 

Should be given the post to still stand tall.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[AK]

Nice poem! I really liked it! Great write!