By: Leo Lawton
October 21, 2014
Elders sitting day by day,
whiling remaining life away.
no one knows, no one cares,
who will ask, no one dares.
Sometimes they hurt, yes they feel pain,
old bones ache once again,
they hear the cooing of the dove,
like everyone they still feel love.
Then they die, one by one,
they see no more the setting sun,
no more sight, no more sound,
in a box, in the ground.
Down the road and around the bend,
They have gone, all my friends.
Don’t look back, there’s nothing here,
I’ll come soon, never fear.