Alone

The worst thing about being old and alone
  is feeling forgotten.
Feeling the blood pump and thump in your ears
  in the dark of night and praying you'll fall asleep.
Remembering the warmth of a lover's skin,
  hoping someday you'll see him again.

Remembering the joy you once felt
  you smile and laugh to yourself.
But silence takes over soon
  and once again you're alone in your room.

Time passes so slow
  and yet you wonder,
  "Where did it go?"
  "Where are the sweet innocent smiles
   of those babies who loved me dear?"

And as the tears roll down your face,
  you're happy for their soothing grace.
It's been so long since you cried.
It's almost as if you already died.

And you wonder,
  "Was it really that long ago
   that someone loved me so?"


By:  Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright:  Feb. 26, 2007
"All Rights Reserved"

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White Wolf

September 29, 2016 at 10:33 PM

You do as your bio says in your beliefs, you are a seed planter. And very good at it I might add. Simply love your work. /|\

Carole Duet

September 30, 2016 at 8:12 PM

Well, I love plants! lol Thanks again, my friend.

Daniel Turner

August 30, 2016 at 7:38 PM

I was trying to cheer up a little but this didn't help any, Carole. I am aware of that feeling. The only difference is I don't pine for any particular person. I just want to feel loved, period! I'm not sure the feeling exists.

Carole Duet

August 31, 2016 at 12:13 AM

Hello again, Daniel. I'm sorry my poem made you feel bad. And, yes, I know how it is to feel unloved. In fact, one of my poems is called "Unloved"...but Daniel, don't give up. You never know what is just around the corner...even when you are older, like us.