The Plight of the Elderly

Oh Elderly, aged but wise, Give us the young all the advice, We can learn allot from you all, For life isn't what it appears to be a ball. No one may understand the thoughts in your mind, And words for you may be hard to find, However, whatever non-verbal expressions you make, Should just be enough for us to take. Some of you may have been left behind, But you all never ceased to be kind, However, all the experiences that you bring, Is all, but enough to hold unto and cling. Your physical appearance may not be what it was, But only if you could put it to a pause, Fot it is the soul that shall be with you the path ahead, So let us not treat it as if it is dead. This poem should be the only one coming to an end, For we the young offer our hand, You may have taken the steps ahead of us, But we are all traveling on the same bus.