This poem was inspired after I was volunteering at a nursing home. It really means a lot to me. I hope it touches you like the elderly touched me.
THE FORGOTTEN ONES
They are The Forgotten Ones, who fought the war and won.
They fought so we could be free, free from hypocrisy,
free from what the government thought we should be.
They now live in Nursing Homes
Days and Nights are spent alone
They are The Forgotten Ones
Dependency on others is in despair
Family and Friends
are no longer there
They are The Forgotten Ones
If you listen closely in the still of the night
you can hear their cries to God
help me give up this final fight.
If we can take a moment from our busy day
we could help brighten a darkened day
we could offer an encouraging word,
or,
we could just listen and not have to be heard.
They search for peace they fought so hard to win
the sound of silence their only friend
They are The Forgotten Ones
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