A Treasure Trove
A Treasure Trove
We have become the sediment of society
a deposit of no value, a used product
We have less use than a compost heap
or so they would like us to believe
Our hair has turned white and often falls out
arthritis plagues our mobility and comfort
Medication assists us along the way
and bereft of adequate funds we are forced to stay at home
A sad landscape of old age is readily painted
a meadow of inertia filled with rocking chairs
Those who speak of the past and dwell in personal nostalgia
a generation who wait on God
Time is no longer on our side but behold we conceal a treasure trove
a wealth of experience with qualifications which sleep
A shake of the shoulder from such slumber
will unfurl an untapped resource and some sparkling gems
We ladies and gentlemen for that is what we are
have in our life´s luggage what the young are searching for
Soundness of thought from encyclopaedias of knowledge
sit as books on shelves which gather nought but dust
The surface needs only a gentle scrape
as beneath this venerable veneer lies a treasure trove
To harness this potential could be for the good of all
why allow it to lie untouched and dormant
Taylor Crowshaw
Mon 5th Nov 2018 18:39
Great theme Keith...