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Date Added: February 25, 2010 18:02:18 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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X-pendable Life

Scared and crying within am I
for my world has slowed before my eyes.
Iíve always heard the absurd thought
that America throws away her aged
for their worthlessness,
but never did I think it could happen to me.
I still have skills within my tired body
that I would delight in passing on to others.
Skills of both menial and mental work.
Oh, what pains could be saved
if only our youth would listen
to the experience standing before them.
But, no.
They must find the experience for themselves.
They must suffer the pain in order
that they might develop a wisdom of their own
rather then having it handed to them.

I did the same.

I threw away my parentís wisdom
when I could have had it free for the listening.
How stupid of me.
Did the elderly of my youth feel the same as I do now?
I have worth.  I have ability.  I have desire.
I do .. have worth.
Why must society throw me away?
Such a waste.
Have times changed so much over the years
that my learned values
are no longer of value today?
I wish no charity when I have ability.
My want Ö?
is to be recognized for the worth within my hands,
my mind, my soul, my on-going life.

I Ö am not dead.
Why did I learn all of what I have learned
if it is now going to be thrown away,
or tucked away in the useless rest home closet?
Canít the youth feel the hurt
within the souls of their aging parents?

I did the same.

I grew within a house for the elderly
as I matured to my adult body.
I knew the pain they felt
and tried through my youthful ignorance
to give worth to whomever I could.
Why has this not been done for me?
I had never felt the value of a flower,
a rose bud, a birdís song.
These skills Ö I learned from my elders.
They seemed to put true value where it belonged.
They taught me these beauties over the years.
Canít I share them now with others who can not see?
Canít I teach the thrill of a freshly cut pine board
to the idle senses of just one child,
the joy of seeing one light still on
as one returns home
after all others have gone to sleep?
Cry my soul, for you are to old and slow to be listened to.
No one wants your learned lessons of age.
No one wants your values.
No one wants you.
No one wants Ö
No one Ö
No Ö

Author's Notes:
Aging ... you can't live without it,
but is it worth the day to day struggle
when no one listens to you
... anymore?
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Comment By: FreeAndrew on February 25, 2010 10:25:08 PM Report
the older i get, the wiser my parents become....ain't it the truth!  i can only hope my kids think that way some day.  great reflections, gene, at any age.


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