Poems
NOBODY TOLD US
Nobody told us
Just how hard it would be.
one minute able bodied,
Alert and the next minute
‘A GONER.’
Who is this person?
Slow, hands turned to jelly,
Drops everything,
legs unsteady.
Mind alert,
or is it?
Pace of life
so bewildering.
It creeps up on one.
IT’S SCAREY!
It’s the best kept secret,
don’t tell anyone.
Too much of a shock
talking about
OLD AGE.
Deaf, poor sight,
so lonely,
Unable to tackle jobs
Anymore.
No one to talk to,
a wandering mind.
Searching for words,
poor memory,
Keep having to sit down,
falling asleep.
Walking stick, wheel chair,
Zimmer frame.
Strokes, heart attacks,
hospital visits,
Tablets for this,
tablets for that.
Frequent visits to the bathroom,
Every two hours
through the night.
Painkillers much needed
by some.
After all this,
we keep happy,
With our heads held high.
The hardest thing.
IS TO ASK FOR HELP
when we need it.
By Jean Whitehead Wilde