The Not So Golden Years
When we are born we need someones care.
To feed us and change us and to even wash our hair.
Our parents give up the rest of their lives.
And help us out so we can hit what we strive.
So why is it when we get old and gray.
We find that so many have no place to stay.
When the roles are reversed and our parents get old.
And are living their years that are suppose to be gold.
But these days that we use to call the golden years.
Why are they now being filled with their tears.
When I was a kid my grandpa moved in.
We took care of him while he grew old and thin.
But now they get hired help or get sent to a home.
Where they get stuck in a room with no where to roam.
To be put in some place where they are forgotten.
We're not suppose to make their final years rotten.
Now this isn't true in everyones case.
Some need more care than a family can face.
But I feel that the elderly should really be praised.
For all the hard work put in the families they raised.
Copyright © Debra Eckstein | Year Posted 2010
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