THE FORGOTTEN

Randy6

Many old folks sit alone with no one to share.

It seems as though there's no one to care.

This robs them of their smile each day.

It makes them hurt in every way.

It makes no difference day or night.

It even seems useless to turn on the light.

They sit in darkness as though blind.

It surely begins to dull their mind.

Each day is like the one before.

No one knocks, to open the door.

To be forgotten is awful indeed.

It brings about a terrible need.

I pray the Spirit will intervene and change this thing we do.

I hope the change will happen soon before you're a victim too.

 

  • Author: Randy6 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 1st, 2023 13:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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