No one there to talk to
You feel invisible
The pain you feel is worsening
Almost unbearable.
Your legs are weak
Can’t walk or stand
Without your cane
Like bags of sand.
Your legs are heavy
Hard to move
Hard to … put on
Your clothes or shoes.
You spend your days
There all alone
Watch TV
Sit by the phone.
Your doctor’s lines
Are automated
Appointments made
For three weeks later.
At eighty six
Your body failing
No one cares
No point in wailing.
“We’re born alone
We die alone”
Everyone you loved
Is gone.
Your voice unheard
Your needs ignored
No one cares
They’ve cut the cord.
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lovenlosses 
Oh Patty, this made me cry. I understand. Everything you have said is true fpr me too. Are you in the UK ? I am almost 76 I care. Lorraine xx
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Hello, Lorraine! This poem was written for a friend. She lives alone and it makes me so sad!
I live in Cape Canaveral, Florida.
Getting old sucks for sure, especially when you are alone and have no family!
Sending you positive energy and a big hug!
Thank you for commenting! 💜
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I’m so sad for your friend Patty. Getting old definitely does suck. Please tell your friend that I read the poem and really cared. You live in a woderful part of the world. Thank you for your warmth towards me ❤️
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For sure!!! Thank you so much for your kindness!!! 💜
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Nice rhyme and meter. I hope she finds someone to love.
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Thank you, Frank! 👍
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Such is the plight of many 😔
My grandpa is 87. He’ll be 88 later this year. I’m glad he’s living with us. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Glad to hear that your Grandpa is living with you. That’s wonderful! No one should have to be alone in their later years.
Blessings to you! 💜
Thank you for commenting.
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