Lost soul of the old
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.
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