When the elderly lose their shoreline, their safe place,
their searchlight goes missing, the sense of who
they are, and they know we don’t care.
Looking into the wrong mirror they get lost, eating dog food
to stay alive, deciding if they should pay the electric bill
or buy medicine. Being positive becomes a luxury for the rich,
they shake and worry, losing more light but most
don’t need salvation, they just need a good meal
a hand in friendship, to be one
so they can rebuild
their place of safety
who they are.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”