Darren Watson Poet Verse

Forgotten

I have just seen Santa Claus
He was crying outside my door
It seems now Christmas day is over
He isn't needed anymore.

So many swore their friendship
On the eve of Christmas night
Now all they see is an old man
With hair and beard of white.

People rushing past him
Without uttering a word
He smiles at them and says hello
But they pretend they haven't heard.

Now his only friends are the shadows
That dance on his bedroom wall
He listens intently for the phone
But he knows no one will call.

His grotto was a castle 
Just a few short weeks ago
Today he's the prisoner in a dungeon
That no one wants to know.

I'm afraid he's suffering the same fate
Of so many of our elderly
Forgotten by the masses
The people we never see.

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Vince Suzadail Jr. February 14, 2014 at 5:56 PM Congrats on the feature, a subject which needs more attention. Darren Watson February 15, 2014 at 4:49 AM Kids are our future and it is right we invest in them but the elderly are our past , The foundation on which our future is built , Without them we would have no future , On this issue more than any other We really are '' all in it together ''

Robert Rogers February 14, 2014 at 11:43 AM "7"!!!...I am speechless!//Sinclair Darren Watson February 15, 2014 at 4:55 AM Thank you Robert . I'm very sure you are one of the few always willing to say hello to Santa.

Sara Kendrick February 13, 2014 at 5:35 AM Great topic chosen for this work.Congrats on being featured..Sara Darren Watson February 14, 2014 at 4:07 AM Thank you Sara Your kind comments mean a whole lot to me.

Kathryn Collins February 3, 2014 at 8:19 AM Hi again Darren - If you really want to read the poem, it's called Love in the Afternoon. love, Kathy Darren Watson February 3, 2014 at 9:01 AM Its cup of tea time so i'll do it this very moment.

Kathryn Collins February 2, 2014 at 1:54 PM Beautiful. sensitive and haunting. I wrote a poem once about a man on a bench feeding the pigeons in the park. I think I'll find it and read it again. I've always had a special place in my heart for the elderly (I'm getting close). love you, Kathy Darren Watson February 3, 2014 at 6:21 AM Thank you Kathryn We all get there eventually . I will pop over and see if I can find the poem.

Laura Breidenthal January 29, 2014 at 6:29 AM That last stanza hit me hard. Darren, this poem is food for thought. Seriously. great set of poems here to start out with. I am looking forward to reading more of your work in the future. Write on! Always, Laura Laura Breidenthal January 31, 2014 at 6:03 AM You're a very kind and considerate person. Truly an inspiration. Thank you for your positivism, a great addition to the community here. Always, Laura Darren Watson January 30, 2014 at 9:56 AM In small villages like mine , We tend to have time for our elderly neighbours , If I'm popping to a shop for bread or milk , It doesn't take more than a minute or two to ask if I can collect something for them whilst I'm there . That kind of thing doesn't seem to happen in our bigger towns and cities . Everyone is so busy . Nothing will change unless we make it . Thanks for the lovely comments.

Lucilla Carrillo January 26, 2014 at 5:35 PM This is a sad poem. Just like Santa a lot of our elderly are forgotten when we get old. Thanks for sharing and welcome to the Soup. ... Lucilla Darren Watson January 27, 2014 at 6:23 AM Thanks for the welcome and I agree with every word.

Skat A January 26, 2014 at 7:43 AM Good morning, Darren, stopping by to tell you that I love and enjoyed your comment. I'm glad you got the meaning to the poem.....lol.... pms ... yes watch out. Hopefully you will post more poems. Skat Darren Watson January 26, 2014 at 11:00 AM I have felt cold fear many times . I've read the exorcist by candlelight and my mates know some wicked ghost stories but they are as nursery rhymes when compared to my sisters P.M.S.

Skat A January 25, 2014 at 8:52 PM wow wow! Darren, I wonder what inspired this poem. I don't know what to say, I still like to feel the magic, even though i can't see it... love this poem... SKAT Darren Watson January 26, 2014 at 4:55 AM Thanks for the kind comments SKAT A I live in a small village but I had occasion to visit Leeds recently , I witnessed a little old man saying hello to a young couple but they were too busy to reply.