Days Of Old

Kathy Loun Stilley

Aged hands folded in silence

Another day spent all alone

As memories fill their mind

To places once called home.

Sadness takes a mighty toll

As the years pass slowly by

Locked away and so forgotten

For the remainder of their life.

Only great sorrow dwells here

For the elderly, lonely souls

As if they possess no worth

Once their living in days of old.

Hope for many, a forgotten thing

Waiting...For one visitor to come,

The days quickly turn into years

Longing to see, a Daughter or Son.

Yet their names quickly forgotten

For no one seems to really care

As they sit for hours on end, and

Millions of miles away they stare.

Oh, what they all would give if only

They could all return home again

To be surrounded by loved ones

Before final day comes to an end.

For many, the day never comes

Waiting; Months turn into years

Each night have fallen so many

From loneliness, a million tears.

A hush fills the nursing home

Like so many nights before

As a visitor makes his way to one

Knocking softly on a woman’s door.

Lifting her head, quietly waiting

Going toward her, he walks inside

His gentle voice beckons to her

With arms for him opening wide.

Longing so many years to see him

In prayers, calling to him each night

And now he's standing before her

Embraced within such loving light.

The life from her leaves so silent

Toward heaven, to beckoning call

As she stands before her creator

Rejoicing amidst, she bows in awe.

Aged hands are folded in silence

As so many come to say goodbye

And flowers surround by hundreds

Yet neither received while alive.

Her eyes now closed to this world

In the presence of God she dwells

Her emptiness now so forgotten

For now in loving embrace she's held.

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