So Sad, This Memory
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Wallflowers with their mournful faces raised,
and others too, asleep with heads hung low,
are seen against the wall, alone and dazed...
poor wallflowers all stationed in a row.
And others too, asleep with heads hung low;
stems drooping, bent and twisted, on display.
Poor wallflowers all stationed in a row,
like potted, faded plants, no role to play.
Stems drooping, bent and twisted, on display;
they come and go, have learned to acquiesce.
Like potted, faded plants, no role to play;
those weak and wilted flowers in distress.
They come and go, have learned to acquiesce;
in old, worn wheelchairs, sit discouraged souls.
Those weak and wilted flowers in distress,
sit facing death; they know there are no goals.
In old, worn wheelchairs, sit discouraged souls;
are seen against the wall, alone and dazed.
Sit facing death, they know there are no goals.
Wallflowers with their mournful faces raised.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Dust Off A Memory
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 10/29/2017
I wrote about this sad memory, which
was intensely frozen in my mind
when I visited a local nursing home.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2017
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