On the ward, Sylvia callsAgain and again and again and again:"Help me, please. Help. Someone!" But nobody NobodyNobody comes. The carers know They've been before They just can't help her any more. They've been before, They'll come again, Answer her questions, ease her pain. For now, they're busy, with othersElsewhere Too busy, too tired, too [...]
Tag: age
Redundant
Washed upDried upWas a bean Brownthe leaves that once were green No more use to anyonePastmy moment in the sun It seems you're showing me the doorNo more use for me no more Well, Mate, I've got news for youI'm not doneAnd I'm not throughNot too old to shine againLearn new skills, stretch my brain [...]
True grit
Living to be one-hundred and three, is not quite the prize it’s been cracked up to be!
Whiskers
Whiskers are wonderful features...
Ali 