Elderly Poems - Poems about Elderly

CHILDREN AND THE ELDERLY

May we be blessed to understand 
across this planet on which we dwell…
there is reason for the way old people and children always get along so well

It’s in what they share with each other
despite one being more in the past…and the other more in the future tense
because old people with the children share their wisdom…
while

Home for the Elderly

At a home for the elderly 
residents look like they might
have been there for a century.
There’s still hope for involvement
if one still has good eyesight,
looks, and functional “equipment.”
Old age, desire, and strong hormones
never sleep, at least not alone.

In a sweet silence, I sit beside the elderly who have known time as an old friend

In a sweet silence, I sit beside the elderly who have known time as an old friend,
And I feel how their presence is like an open window to memories carefully wrapped,
Their words flow slowly, like a river winding through the stones of a life lived,
Their eyes wander between sky and earth, searching in worlds only

When the church said pray it away

When the church said pray it away

When the church said pray it away 
To the elderly woman
Who lost her whole family 
Not from just a gun
But from the system holding one 
She had prayed
And prayed
And prayed 
For her family's safety 
And do you know what God did
He committed the ultimate sin
He killed them
But 
It was

Decrepit, Stealing Our Time

“By the time you’re 80 years old you’ve learned everything. You only have to remember it.” - George Burns

I watched them
As they watched me
Silently, stunned to see
What would be the sum…

Shadowed by life’s plans
Do they understand?
There is One who had it planned
For them and me, it’s in His hands

I watched them go from young to

Ballad Of Her Moonlit Tune

"The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon"

In a quiet glade where the willows weep,
And fireflies dance as the world finds sleep,
A girl with cheeks like a rosy bloom
Would sing to the stars by the silver moon.

Her hair was long, like a raven’s flight,
It shimmered soft in the hush of night.
Her skin was

SENIORS

Seniors should be
Care for and protected
Not upset and having
To worry about their future
Wondering where they're going to get
Their next meal, how to
Pay for medication or
Even their bills, even Germany
respects and cares for their seniors

What Her Eyes are Saying

She has this pretty smile, she can light up a room, but when you look into her eyes, the look is more of gloom.
 
There’s so much wisdom and happiness on her face, but to look into her eyes that smile is so displaced.

Is it anger, is it hurt, is it doubt, or is it

Growing up while Growing old

Archaic silence reasons with my soul
Not the latest model, and not really a classic
Just a girl who trembles with expectation
When the sun regards my flowers with a smile,
Sending her delicate shafts of hope
Coloring each of my thoughts in beautiful blessings
While the rain seeks to nurture the petals
Who laugh beneath dew and glimmers of light
Breaking through

Blank Stare From A Rocking Chair

A breeze did slide in under eaves
and stirred inside the air that grieves,
my children grown  my dreams have flown,
alone I sit my rocking throne.

My chair in front of window bare,
I look… but husband’s soul elsewhere.
Beneath my feet the floorboards moan,
alone I sit my rocking throne.

Each day I rock the same tic tock
and change not

When you are old

Wrinkles are souvenirs of life’s odyssey,
the joy, the sorrows and its novelty.
Quote - Poets Own

When one’s elderly with an aging face
And you're pondering on where time has gone
Or from where wrinkles suddenly came from
Winging supersonic from outer space.

Thinking back to those carefree sunny days
When one was enjoying youthful glory
One's spectacular historic story
When life was wonderful

Elderly

The wrinkles of
the elderly in 
Elmwood squeak
sometimes.

Reluctant To Age

This can't be my age! 
I am still young at heart
The life of a party 
Though hitting the bed by ten
Gained a few kilos of weight
But can fit into my youthful jeans
Grew sluggish and shorter in height
Although ready for a morning jog
Have to wear glasses now
As the print size has become smaller
A few grays in

Knowledge That No One Wants

What I am, what you are not, 
what you need and what I want, that you do not have.

The stars above do not pretend,
Their light is truth that will not bend.
But hearts, like mirrors clouded fast,
Reflect a world that cannot last.

I am the quiet, the silken dusk,
You are the fire, the sunlit husk.
Your need is

Older Children That Yell At Their Parents

the walls hum with voices
of a war no one sees.
the dinner plates rattle
as if asking to be smashed,
and the dog hides under the table,
eyes wide,
waiting for the next explosion.

they are lightning
without rain,
fireworks that never fade.
they yell because the silence
has eaten them alive,
a hunger that no bread can cure.

medications sit on the counter
like unspoken prayers,
but the

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