The Solitude of Aging
A Poem on the Isolation of Living in an Old Age Home
By M Anandaraj Published about a year ago • 1 min read
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The old age home, a place of rest,
For those whose days, are truly blessed,
With memories of life, now far behind,
And the solitude, of aging in mind.
The halls are quiet, the rooms so still,
A refuge for those, who've had their fill,
Of a world that's changed, and left them behind,
With only the echoes, of their life to find.
But despite the comfort, that this place brings,
The old folks feel, the emptiness within,
A longing for love, and a life once known,
A time when their laughter, echoed still.
So let us not forget, the elderly ones,
And reach out to them, with love and care,
For the isolation of old age, is a heavy load,
And a comfort from us, can go a long way.
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