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By meadowcroft1964
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25 July 2008 |
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Why do we not email them
Why do we not ring
Why do we not call on them
Or ask them in
Why are they left to stare
Out at the world passing there
Sitting alone in their homes
Not a friend to claim their own
Old and disabled
Forgotten disowned
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Written by Robru (272 comments posted) 24th July 2008 | We are too busy. Shame, isn't it. I am now one of those old grey haired men who, supposedly, have time on their hands and limited mobility. NO, I am not! I'm one of the busy ones. Its sad that the situation you write of exists all too often. The business of living takes up so much time, every day. However, there is always time to stop and say hello. We, collectively, just don't do it. Shame on us all. | Written by Bottleblondesurfer (3590 comments posted) 25th July 2008 | I think your poem highlights a cultural difference . In our supposedly sophisticated western cutlure the old are not valued and accepted, but in other countries in the East they are respected and cared for, even venerated. In our society that worships youth the old have become invisible. It is so strange that the people with the least to say are given the most attention. cheers jane | Written by Josie (2849 comments posted) 25th July 2008 | | When you think of some of the nursing homes, where you think people might have company around them, it has been found that some people sit there all day, waiting for the next meal, and nobody speaks to them. If this happened in a school, where young people were, then everyone would be up in arms. There should be more to human nourishment than the next meal. People need mental stimulation to feel alive. You are right. I'm afraid that also many people don't know their own neighbours. |
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