Arena of the Elderly

My last foray into this arena Had me living memories, not wished to share Here I go again, another visit Into the elderly homes, we wish not A sunny day, another gathering Carers working, making things happen Those in wheelchairs, still smiling Others in mobile beds, unsure of the happening A talk by an ancient, born 1917 Strong voice, begging to be heard Wartime memories, clear as a bell The telling of a visit into hell Strong voice, sharing memories Some good, others not so I look around the room Half the listeners, into their snooze On and on, goes the story Death and glory, hand in hand How can you tell such a sad command? Bravery, such as only you can understand Bodies of men, only families know Story goes for one hour Comment from teller, end is near! Carers sob quietly, hidden words Room is quiet as never before I leave this place, memories flooding If there is a being, ruling the happenings Make me safe, send me happiness