Senile

In a house
Filled with love
And forgetfulness

Embodies the life
Beyond life, you see.
As they cripple
Unaided

Their pain still lingers
Their souls are broken
Unknown for eternity
But still they�ve tried
To be alive
For such reason
We don�t know

They wanted love
For the last time
Even they are inside
Among the others
Weak and feeble
Without any real family

They cry for a reason
Of pain
Physically
But deep inside
We don�t know

They eat
For a reason of usual pleasure
They still breathe
For they still want to live
And they sleep
Eagerly, their reasons
For life will end�

Ultimately

Reviews

[Dante Balsote]

"They still breathe, for they still want to live..." Such statements pertain to the will and a sense of responsibility. And only a few can deliver it to actuality. There is sadness looking at the old. But are they really lost? No. They are forever stored in the past.

"I will carry this suture
Into the future.
The past never passes
It simply amasses."

[Sami Khalil]

You have a heart and a pen of GOLD...Thank you for sharing...:).........................

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

Thanks for that compliment. Hope it spills Gold ink too :D

[Sami Khalil]

It will...You are welcome...:)....................

[oxo]

this is an amazing poem! I love it!

[quinfinn]

i am approaching the last years and all i can say is... life just gets better every year
i am always finding ways to amuse myself and accept the inevitable. i have been told that i still look and act very young and that is all that matters, you see, in my heart i will never grow old. your poem is delightful to read and defines some parameters quite well, but.... some of us are not just waiting to die, we are dying to live

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

may i ask how old are you exactly, if you don't mind? thank you for such wonderful review. i am earnestly loving towards old people. i am so grateful to see some of them having to reach this computer generation. :) i am having fun sharing their memories with me! :)

[quinfinn]

my friend, i am 58 going on 24 and am happy to share that with you, i refuse to let technology surpass me, that goes for music too

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

that's quite amusing to hear. thank you very much, indeed it's my pleasure talking to you. i know there's just a lot of good people out there. :) ill be reading your works soon, here in the Philippines, it's a sleeptime already, and i dont think i need to be up by now. :) goodnight

[quinfinn]

sleep well

[zainul]

I adore you for writing such a piece full of love,sympathy and compassion.
In fact the old people long to live in this world for love and beauty.
The old age is the second childhood.
We should treat the old people as we were treated by them in our childhood.

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

i love how you retaliate senile to second childhood. it is poetic in its sense if we debate further on it scientifically. nonetheless, thank you for stopping by sir. :)

[zainul]

Thank you for the kind words.
I have chosen this piece to express my respect to the older people.
I will gradually read and review your works as time permits.
Best wishes,
Zainul

[R J Askew]

This is a strong and moving poem of universal interest. You observe how it is and draw life from it. It is as if Life itself is the subject in its purposeless greed to be. Ach, what are you Life? Tell us! I love the power of this poem. It is also inspiring, too, because if we are going to do it we must do it now, whatever it is we aspire to do or be.

[Gheeneil]

As we grow older, attention matters more than anything else. Sadly, though, it also becomes a luxury. Worst, when we are brought to a "new" home.

[Liza]

compassionate and a reminder to us all that age means nothing less or more - we all desire kindness and recognition of our existence and if we are lucky we will reach maturity in all of mind, body and soul.

[Revolutionary]

I had an uncle with alzstimers or however you spell it.He used to hide in the shower to eat because he thought he wasn't allowed to eat.I caught him in the shower fully clothed eating an apple with the water running and he started crying and saying sorry.
I do like your poem but the though of loosing my mind one day is scary

[Dalebear]

We all get old it the way of life :)

[futurepast.]

"They cry for a reason
Of pain
Physically
But deep inside
We dont know"
This is so sad, and whenever I get to see old people, I get saddened. Many of them always have sad eyes and you ask yourself what is the cause behind.
I loved this piece.
Well done.