Infirmity Poems - Poems about Infirmity

Depression, dejection, distress ...

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Her body was that of a wizened crone, her enfeebled mind was that of a child. Playfully, she skipped and jumped rope, and shone, but only in her confused dreams of wild. Her drear some days softened by her tone, she mumbled of lost love, and her eyes smiled. Time and age had drained her of consciousness, stealing the current surroundings from...

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Once I was young, now I'm an oldie; Once I was shiny, now I'm all moldy....

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Suppose all around you suddenly vanished, And you realized you were standing alone In the twilight of your years feeling banished Like a pilot-less, rudder-less, helpless drone. You knew your life was mystifyingly dreamed With many questions and answers few, You know everything was not as it seemed And you scarcely know exactly what to do. The lot of many elderly in our...

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Life isn't as hard as it seems You just need to keep walking to its extremes, Time will show you the way People will help you in finding the right doorway, My words may be getting lost But that doesn't mean I don't have any scope, I'm just getting tired Losing that beautiful desire Which used to glow like a sapphire, I wonder if...

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Gripping the meteor, both hands for dear life Expelling, compelling, less heat and more light Afraid to let go, knowing what it will mean My pen to go dry —my heart not to bleed (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)...

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Bound in his wheel chair He’s my special child so dear Blissfully maximizing His freedom with joy Against disability To cheer others by God’s mirth. Midst infirmity He optimizes Christ’s strength As he gives out Gospel tracts Gladly gesturing “The Saviour loves you so much” Triumphing with his thumbs-up! *Psalm 92:4 For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the...

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A shrivelled presence. A mere shadow. Curled tightly in foetal submission unconscious tae owr subconscious fears. Eyes dart back an fourth amongst the participants in this ritual of ruination. Never lingering though fir fear of also being snared in the abyss's gaze....

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