Golden Years

by Shana   Apr 26, 2005

Is old age really our golden years?
Tendrils of hair silver like the full moon
Awaiting the deaths of your old peers
Knowing that you will die soon

The prison most elders must face
There's no where else that you can roam
Watching and waiting in this unfamiliar place
Sobbing as you are admitted into the nursing home

Life at that age is very unbearable
Youth is lost in a pool of dreams
This living nightmare is just terrible
All you can get out is muffled screams

The things you thought you had are gone
You are still young inside
The life you loved has withdrawn
All of your pride is pushed aside

You lay in this bed
You close your eyes
Your life flashing in your head
Drifting away into the sky


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  • 16 years ago

    by SmileeItsBritt

    aww that is a really sweet poem it gave me chills. haha it was nice. Good job.