The wind whistling through the gaps in the door

Alone with my thoughts , going through memories I have treasured and adore

Got to this stage in my life where I am depending on others

Hard at first but I got there

Through the winters and the summers

Waiting for visitors to arrive

Just so I can hear about their busy lifes

Biscuit tin popped open

Conversations flowing

But can you hear me ?

Can you see me ?

I will wait till you’re all finished to ask me how I am

 Please be patient I’m not as fast as I used to be and I ask please don’t finish my words for me

I may speak at a slow pace

 But I have thousands of memories to share and embrace

Some good & some sad

All I ask for is a listening ear

Don’t get mad

I just want to feel close and near

To the ones I love so dear.






  • dusk arising

    Yes, that's the way of it though these days the biscuit tin stays in the cupboard for contact is mostly by telephone.

    • angmaria

      Yes thatโ€™s is very true & our older generation can be lonely and they are the most fascinating people the stories they have to tell are amazing ๐Ÿ’• Thankyou

      • dusk arising

        LOL erm.... i'm that older generation.... let me know if you'd like to hear a story or two.... or just keep reading me/commenting on my poetry please.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Your caring words remind me of the well known Beatle song - " All The Lonely People" and so many fall into the category your verse describes -- a needed reminder and thank you for sharing it angmaria

        • angmaria

          Awww Thankyou so much โ˜บ๏ธX

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