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."

[Dream Weaver]

A very indepth view of a fading
memory. Sad and emotive...


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

[Marie]

In second grade, we visited one of the local adult/nursing homes for Valentines' Day. Made cookies and everything. It was a really nice place, as far as nursing homes go.

[Caitlin Cardinal]

Really great. I haven't spent too much time visiting homes or anything but I'd say that this is a perfect representation of the situation.
This poem justifies my reasons for wanting to 'go out with a bang' and the ripe age of 74.

[Carlos De La Torre]

This is awesome!

Much Love,
Chef Sexy

[Misha London]

old people make me sad.

good job depicting the frailty, loneliness, and sadness of them.

[Miss Spiritual Tramp Of..]

interesting topic and i think you covered it brilliantly and gently.

[Wombat.]

this made my insides want to explode.

[JlB]

This one is very good, i can tell it was inspired,

good job

Jl Brooks

[JlB]

This one is very good, i can tell it was inspired,

good job

Jl Brooks