Lost soul of the old

The Star Malaysia - Star2 - - SENIOR - By Q

THIS is the ram­bling of a fool­ish old soul. Do send me to a nurs­ing home. There I will be taken care of. You all don’t have to worry about me.

You are dead right – they don’t have to worry about you. You get dumped there and that’s the end of the story.

It is a very nice home full of peo­ple with hope, love and com­pas­sion. But wait till you stay in one – you will sing a very dif­fer­ent song.

I think heaven is too high up for me to see hope, love and com­pas­sion. Or maybe it’s too low for me to see.

I hon­estly don’t know if I will go bonkers if I don’t ram­ble. Or be filled with self-pity, which makes me feel very low.

What we re­ally need is some – only some – of your pre­cious time and love. Just a lit­tle bit once in awhile will give us some­thing to look for­ward to in life.

Do you know what it’s like to sit and wait to be gone? The time you spend with us is worth a fist­ful of di­a­monds in your hand.

Ev­ery week­day, you see less peo­ple, or none at all. Fair enough, be­cause they are work­ing. Dur­ing the week­ends, there are more vis­i­tors.

But think! The amount of time they spend with their loved ones is much, much less than the time it takes them to go there. Some breeze in with their arm­ful of good­ies. All they do is say hello and good­bye. Be­fore they can warm their seats, they are gone and you are like a fool wait­ing for the stars to fall.

Do stars re­ally fall? I won­der ... maybe they do in one’s dream.

Hi ev­ery­body out there, spare some thought for very old and for­got­ten peo­ple in this world.

Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay. Gone from the earth to a bet­ter land I know for I can hear them call­ing poor old soul.

I’m will­ing to and hop­ing that I may join them soon. I would gladly go. What’s the use of be­ing in this world when day in and day out you sit alone with no one who cares about you? All you ever do is eat, sleep, hope and dream.

The feel­ing of be­ing aban­doned hurts, es­pe­cially with empty prom­ises of “com­ing to visit you soon”. Ha, the word soon is very mis­lead­ing. What is con­sid­ered soon – to­day, to­mor­row, next week, months or years from now, or what?

I know I shouldn’t feel re­sent­ful for they do have a life of their own. But what we need is a very lit­tle bit of love and com­pas­sion.

In a way I’m bet­ter off than most of the other peo­ple but I can’t help feel­ing sorry for my­self. If they have an ounce of feel­ing for you, they’ll surely spend a bit of their time with you.

Time and a lit­tle bit of love is what we need. If there’s no love, com­pas­sion will do.

When you are use­ful, peo­ple will come to you. And when you’re not, you are left to rot. That’s what life is about. n Old is gold, and bold. So, let us hear what you have to say, about what­ever ex­cites you, makes you happy, sad or con­cerned. Maybe you want to share what you do as a vol­un­teer ev­ery week­end. Or, the fun ac­tiv­i­ties you’ve planned for mem­bers of a se­niors’ club. E-mail star2@thes­tar.com.my.

Pub­lished con­tri­bu­tions will be paid, so please in­clude your full name, IC num­ber, ad­dress and tele­phone num­ber.

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