Can you delete this poem and re-post it? lol

I don't know how I missed it, but I feel it should be in the front page.

I get a range of images and thoughts that I can't explain. It takes me back on time.

I am a lonely wanderer,
crossing bridges at half past dead,
feebly following the shadow inside
my shadow...

^ this lines, every time I read them. They go boom in my head. And I start remembering a few elderly people I met whose family didn't want them.

Overall, I am not sure if this is what you meant to say but I thought this was about the elderly people who are left forgotten on asylums, Of how they feel. And its saddening.