Urban poetry from Anne Cartledge

November 17, 2019
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Long ago cast aside

The young’uns see no use

I am aging, growing old

But live a life of use

 

Yet when I am in need

To make things better

The support – long ago there

No longer there for me

 

I want to stay, aging here

The connections built dear

Help me to continue

Before I have to leave

 

Aging in Isolation

Every day starts the same as before

I get up not because I want to

But it is because I have to...

Even being old my body will not, can not rest.

 

I hear the sounds of life... gleeful they be

Just outside the massive door to my home

Everyone else but me, I got the message

Has got somewhere else to go, to be.

 

Oh never mind, not one person

Care enough to come and ask

And this old body and mind, cannot,

Will not, venture out there anymore.

 

Family has decided that I am not useful

They have their lives, I am not welcome any longer

To be there, and to help me is not their job

My empty nest is so bare, cold and foreboding...

 

Loneliness and isolation for some

Are the realities of aging...

Leaves too much time for thinking, mourning...

And this old soul spends too little time doing.