Pam Deremer Poet I do not know?

Getting Old

Where have they gone...these years of mine...
what have I learned in all this time?
I once felt respected...
I now feel neglected...
how can this be...
I still am me.
I ran the store...I taught the class...
I even gave the Sunday church mass.
Now in the sunlight my white hair glistens...
and no one seems to want to listen.
What happen between then and now?
I seem to have lost my value...but how?
Just because I've changed my look...
does not mean I can't read a book.
So please slow down...my walk is slow...
I want to share with you, before I go.
My knowledge is deep, my wisdom is wide...
please don't turn your eyes and try to hide.

                    P.R. Deremer

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David Mcsorley September 29, 2015 at 9:16 AM I get these days quite often recently. Nicely written poem. Dave Pam Deremer September 29, 2015 at 12:22 PM I wish you many blessings!

Pat Davis July 28, 2015 at 6:39 PM Pam, sweet poem that touches many of us baby boomers! Thank you

Ian Jones July 24, 2015 at 4:05 PM So well put. The young would do well to listen to older people otherwise mistakes will be repeated. My wife and I kept our university notes and books to help the next generation. They knew netter and so now we have shredded them. Tis the way of things I suppose. Moved by the write. Kind regards, Ian

Tu Tran July 23, 2015 at 5:39 PM NICE.