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OLDER FOLKS
By: ILP Doug.E.Barr

I saw some older folks today.
They struggled now to get about.
I wondered how they got that way;
But then I didn't want to shout.

The stride that might have marched to war
Is now a shuffle one foot long.
I see them hoping for one more,
Asking to whom their legs belong.

Some walkers used, others had canes,
It didn't use to be like this.
They don't remember all these pains.
What happened to that life of bliss?

Barn dances they remember well,
Their friends and cars, events long past.
What day it is they cannot tell,
Their present recalls do not last.

Their sight's not what it used to be.
They can't go long without a break.
For meals they have just toast and tea.
A greater effort they can't make.

If only someone else would care;
They seem to be so all alone.
Their children had no time to spare;
It's modern 'life' that sets that tone.

There was one daughter with her mom;
To her she said, "Don't make a fuss".
I wished to say, "Respect her some";
In a few years she will be us.

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