Home for the Aged August 14, 2007 - August 31, 2007
Reading and Deliberating
Anything about old people, seeking help from their un-real family... or showing their struggles, helpless and meek presumptions of life as they go on surpassing the past, but wanting to look back... but to nowhere they are led....
A Poem by Rc R. Vagilidad
I saw pictures
Hanged between the walls,
A still life among their timid smile,
The smile which was forced
to veil their emaciated face.
In time, the picture became memories.
Most were captioned with dates.
Started from a life
Then suddenly, inside a home
They fade as if the leaves of summer
Yes, memories that have longed been forgotten
And never will ever be remembered.
A soul, sold for sympathy
A soul, chained in reality
A soul, bestowed for care
....but no one really cares at all.
For money is care, nothing is for granted.
They cried, in agony of the past
But no one knows she cried because of it.
Their hearts is now without family
In a home were everyone is the same
The same, hearts that bleed
But they dont know why.
They kept on, trying to remember
Only midst of the summer light
And silence, under a tree
They pray they will die for a reason
And pictures be their memories
as soon as it is remembered.
$on your wallet, self-esteem (somehow?)
Created Aug 14, 2007