Abandoned

I wrote this because it's sad for me to think of people in rest homes. Some of them never get visits. Some of them don't even hear from their loved ones. If I was ever left there, I would feel neglected.
I remember going to sing to people at rest homes when I was younger. They're like neglected souls, left to die.
A couple of them, I wondered if they even had a heart under all that aged flesh.
If you think about it, the people there are still young. If you believe we lead short lives, we stay young through that whole time.
Their hearts are filled with youth, but they let their state of mind and body make them believe they are old.



They're not old, just aged.





Aged man
Withering where he sits
But no one to sit with him
Loved ones neglected
His poor wrinkled hands

Aged woman
Without a friend
A family member
To take care of her
Or even send her cards

Too young to be lost and alone
Made to be outside
Made to change the world
Yet left to rest
In a home without it's sweet

Is your heart breaking
When you know you could be out there
Flying the skies
Making a difference
Restored to health, alive

Come alive
Release
Forget the ones
Who call themselves, "Loved ones"
They left you here

Abandoned.