I am your future self, the caged aged
look at me and know.
I am wrinkled, gaping, helpless
I am cared for
sitting, shitting,
fed, fed up, trapped, kept
I am cared for
Lifted and shifted
Rubbed and scrubbed
I am cared for
Please touch me
I am hungry hungry hungry for hugs
an embrace
to be clasped in the arms of love
but a touch will do.
Is it too much
to ask for a touch?
Lot to like about the poem, the sentiments, obviously, and the sonics. I do think the last couplet is a bit over the top, though, and it would be a better poem without it.
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Sat 7th Aug 2010 04:59
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Good poem dave. I have been a carer of the elderly for many years and relate well to your words .its a sad poem as i do believe there are bad carers and good carers. I myself have always been very good and well respected for my caring abilities i am pleased to say...best wishes bernadette
Dave, some really hard-hitting word duo's in this piece.
Sitting/shitting, rubbed and scrubbed and hungry for hugs etc. Absolutely on the money. Graham
Dave, strikes a chord for me and many others I am sure. A terrible guilt-ridden, haunting one. The chord it strikes, not the piece :-)
John
good stuff, dave - well told! the last line threw me a little originally thou..
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Francine
Sat 7th Aug 2010 22:27
Yes... The forgotten ones - a very thoughtful reflection Dave.