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Forgotten Patient

Forgotten Patient The patient sits Staring out the window, The nurses talk to him Like he’s a child, But he just sits And stares Looking out the window. Once he was a young man, Growing, A husband out earning, Now widowed, A father holding His children so dear, Now living there lives. This man that fought During World War Two. He may no longer talk, But he is still A person. No need to Treat him so bad, It could be your dad. He sits and looks At the world going by Outside. Decisions made for him, But not what he wants. He sits feeling like He’s forgotten, No one cares no more, For this brave young man Stuck in a world, He can’t escape. Suddenly, He gets up, Gather’s his things Walking out. No one sees him go, This lonely old man Just walks back home, To get on living His life, his way.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 12/15/2015 10:11:00 AM
We worked in a hospice shop, my wife & I. vigilance makes you 'see' this man, that woman. So, you go chat. It may be for just a minute, but it can last all day and through a possible lonely night for them. Now we do the same thing in the Hospice proper. Not looking for that medal or pat on the back because there but for fortune go I. Great write a worthy 7.God Bless. D.
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Gail Underwood
Date: 12/17/2015 7:27:00 PM
Thank you Dave. Very true a minute or even a few minutes spent talking means so much and makes that persons day a little more bearable, God Bless
Date: 12/11/2015 9:54:00 AM
Well done. I like this poem, particularly the first and last stanzas. Suggestion: last stanza, use "walks" instead of "walking". Just a thought. Again, well done.
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Gail Underwood
Date: 12/13/2015 2:40:00 PM
Thank you for your feedback Robert, I can see where your coming from with your suggestion, but i used walking as being elderly he is walking slowly, and the sad thing is he would still not be seen. Also the last stanza already uses the word walks.Thank you for your feedback
Date: 12/11/2015 5:26:00 AM
So true. Veterans seem to be the forgotten ones in so many ways. It's such a pity. Nicely written, lures one into a somber mood.
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Gail Underwood
Date: 12/13/2015 2:31:00 PM
So true John, Thank you
Date: 12/10/2015 8:37:00 PM
Touching poem. My favorite part....just walks back home to get on living his life, his way. (I almost shouted lol) I have a soft heart for the elderly and veterans. So unappreciated at times and mistreated.
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Gail Underwood
Date: 12/13/2015 2:25:00 PM
Thank you for your feedback.
Date: 12/10/2015 8:22:00 PM
Excellent Gail... deliberately sad, as I know this is happens more often than we may care to admit. Superb characterization. Best wishes, Keith
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Gail Underwood
Date: 12/13/2015 2:24:00 PM
Thank you Keith, yes sadly it does
Date: 12/10/2015 7:13:00 PM
Sad reality... I love the message of the third stanza, Gail. Beautiful!
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Gail Underwood
Date: 12/13/2015 2:23:00 PM
Thank you for your feedback, yes it is a sad reality
Date: 12/10/2015 6:55:00 PM
Gail: Well done. I'm an older fella myself and have known many that have lived the days you so wonderfully describe. May it prompt someone to smile, shake a hand or pat the back of some senior they see along the way. Thanks for sharing that with the soup. oldbuck
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Gail Underwood
Date: 12/13/2015 2:22:00 PM
Thank you Oldbuck, yes i hope it does prompt someone to check on their elderly neighbour or just stop and say hello

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