Trapped in a useless body without the strength to feed myself.
Sitting alone, frowning as muddled thoughts flutter through an ancient brain.
There is no one to visit me as I have nothing to offer youth.
A burden, that I am and don’t I know it when once I loved and was loved.
To look at me now, no one could countenance the carefree spirit I used to be.
The years, they take a toll, pressing upon me how quickly time does fly.
Treated with indifference, rough hands sponge me; not concerned if I should die.
Without comfort, no cheer to lift my spirits on each new dreary day.
I am at the mercy of a disinterested staff; who fails to understand that their day is yet to come.
Would that I could but leap from this wasted body and dance and twirl to my heart’s delight.
In my salad days, a veritable virago was I and as bubbly as the finest French champagne.
I sung to my heart’s content, met many a dashing fellow; stayed true to only one.
When my time has come, will I see him? Will he hold out his hand to me?
As I stand on the final threshold, teetering on the brink and afraid to cross over,
will I see my darling love or does life just simply end?
That tune I hear; it was our song. We often danced the night away.
Is that you, my Angel? So it is true! There is love; eternal, everlasting.
Together again, hand in hand; I am on the dance floor with you.
The years have dropped away as I look deep into your eyes.
That smile I knew so well is stretched across your handsome face.
Kiss me, my love and hold me. We are together once again.
Oh yes, there is love; true love, eternal and everlasting.
Arm in arm, we step unhesitatingly into a brilliant and heavenly light.
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland
Those of you who have loved ones who are residing in nursing homes, please take the time to visit them. They are lonely and many of them are ill treated by the staff. Not only that, but they have most likely had the love of their life pass on and are even that much more lonely. I know that we are all busy in this helter-skelter world, but a few hours a week would help a lonely soul to get through another day when the only people they see on a daily basis view them as just a paycheck and not as a human being. Those lonely souls have feelings and scattered memories of days long gone. Love our seniors. They loved and cared for us and those whose memories have faded altogether would still appreciate a loving hug.