Don’t leave them alone on empty streets when they are old.
Related: Old age homes
A story of the homeless people on streets, who feel miserable because the seventh stage of life happened to them.
Related: Seven stages of life
Related: Homeless organizations
For long years I have been there and then gone
Nobody heard my voice when everything turned wrong
I was once young and thrilled like the most of you
Now I am old and there are things I can’t do.
I have no job, no food, no home
I tried, but I was never helped
And the saddest part,
When I looked upon to my family
with my old wrinkled eyes full of hopes
they also back stepped.
Related: a letter to my grandparents
Ageing is natural
So, eventually, I will be slow, weak, and fragile
If there was something I could do, I would
But, there isn’t anything I can to stop getting old
There is nobody around to look after me and to hold.
I have seen deterioration of my strength
Sleepless nights on hard bench shrinking to my length
I have felt the pain of loss,
And the kind of person I once was.
Related: Story of Life
So, if anyone asks me today what I want in my life
I would say, to regain everything and all
That is forgone with my aching bones and shedding hair.
Because life used to be beautiful once, now it all seems so unfair.