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The Loneliness of the Old

Updated on March 8, 2013

Who Am I?

-The face in the mirror is old.

How many wrinkles around the mouth!

She must have smiled a lot when she was young.

-White hairs crown her head.

Look, a trace of brown reveals the warmth of

summers past.

-Oops! The teeth! She's missing her teeth!

She may have left them in the bathroom.

-Oh my God, help me!

Could this be me?

How old am I?

-There's a shadow on my finger. Where is he now?

Pray for me, my love.

I remember you now.

-"Remember the happy times,"

you told me, "nothing, not even sadness

should take away your peace."

You learned this lesson well, my sweet.

It is about time I stop these fears.

-I choose to fight for you, my love.

For however short a time this window of reality is open.

I will not fear loneliness or sadness anymore!

-I remember! My name is Mary!

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      www.lookseenow 5 years ago

      Be glad you did it while you were able. I tell youngsters:

      “remember him now! Get acquainted with him it’s never too late—do it now! While you have the time, and energy in the days of your young manhood before the inevitable last days for you when the years have arrived I hear you declaring:

      “I have no delight in them.” (Ecclesiastes 12:1-7)

      What makes the days of old age calamitous? There you are, the senior citizen—an old dude and or lady your sons like to joke about. The old has-been now who has his/her regrets of how youth wasted on vain pursuits instead of remembering a creator, this would be calamitous.

      Now that he/she is old, each day is filled with calamity, and each hour of that day clouds of afflictions appear and increase troubles; when he/she is faced with something that requires effort, hear the common complaint:

      “I have no delight in it.”

      When eyes have been likened to the windows of the soul. These “windows” have “found it dark” due to dimming eyesight. They have looked on—have recorded thumbnail views of past episodes until now when many years have past, and the winter of life is now here when I’m facing a show-down. “I refuse to quit, let me be an example;” DaddyLongDays announces!

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      Maria del Pilar Perez 5 years ago from Nicholson, Pennsylvania, USA

      LSN: I can see you appreciate the old and are sensitive to their feelings. I have always believed that God formed each one of us in His hand.

      We all have a purpose in life, whether we're here a little bit, a lot or in bad shape. We each should concentrate in fulfilling that mission and the insensitivity of others won't hurt as much.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 5 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      A lovely, sensitive poem. While we can write and enjoy the wonders of God's creation around us, we will never be old in mind, only in body and that doesn't matter because in Heaven we'll get a new one.

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      Maria del Pilar Perez 5 years ago from Nicholson, Pennsylvania, USA

      You're so right, Blossom. When we look at ourselves in the mirror each morning we expect to see what is inside us not our disarranged hair or face. We are inside the body, not the body. When we are perfect, then our bodies will be also.

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      Demas W Jasper 5 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      Yes,I look to be periodically refurbished by the loving acceptance of my grandchildren. Life is not darker than their smiles.

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      Maria del Pilar Perez 5 years ago from Nicholson, Pennsylvania, USA

      God bless you and your grandchildren, Perspycacious. And thank you so much for your comment.

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