To The Lonely Old Man

[Lorenzo]

-Lorenzo

(i dedicate this to an old , old friend who i used to talk to when i volunteered at a nursing home)




oh delicate old man who dreams of past
things done
love given
hearts broken
kisses taken
kisses given

i understand your sighs your mourning
your weeping
for your dreams of past
were glory days
on such things that giveth soul
morning haze.

But weep no more o dear old man
for love given
is not love lost
for you see, even if love be unrequitted
even if a heart given falls on deaf ears,
the romance and passion of your past
does not die, but transforms into the spirit

So i say to you, think not of old past failures,
for sure they are not.

And such memories will be with thee
till last breath out.

[cujo]

-Lorenzo

(i dedicate this to an old , old friend who i used to talk to when i volunteered at a nursing home)


oh delicate old man who dreams of past
things done
love given
hearts broken
kisses taken
kisses given

i understand your sighs your mourning
your weeping
for your dreams of past
were glory days
on such things that giveth soul
morning haze.

But weep no more o dear old man
for love given
is not love lost
for you see, even if love be unrequitted
even if a heart given falls on deaf ears,
the romance and passion of your past
does not die, but transforms into the spirit

So i say to you, think not of old past failures,
for sure they are not.

And such memories will be with thee
till last breath out.

I love it! You have to read it twice because the second time you feel the sadness of the poem.Thank you.

[cujo]

' love the poem !I recommend to read it twice because the second time you would feel the sadness of the poem.Thank you.

[Lorenzo]

I wrote this poem in my journal in October 2004, when I started volunteering at Wesbury United Methodist Home Health Care Center. A nursing home for the aged.

Part of the duties as a collegiate volunteer was a daily round to talk to tome of the residents, many of whom were widows, widowers, or forgotten by their family and loved ones.

There was a man who I did have the honor of getting to know, his name was Charlie. A man in his 80s.

Though he was aged, his memory was strong: the conversations we had was multifaceted. From his experience in World War II (Pacific Theater), to his children, wife, loved ones, former loves, farming days, life in Ohio, growing up during the great depression, and to the current era.

It was therapy for him to be heard. And it was enlightening for me to listen and listen and have a 'peak' into his life.

He passed away a couple of months later. But he is not forgotten, for his life story is etched in my book, and in my mind.

And I am now sharing it with you all.

Charles, who is no more, lives on through a poem, and his former love did not leave him. Till his dying breath.

It is funny, how in the end, we never really forget our 'first love' or 'old sweethearts'.

In the end.

[pioneer]

great and profound poem, Bran.
read this poem too: http://tubagbohol.mikeligalig.com/index.php?topic=52904.0

[Lorenzo]

great and profound poem, Bran.
read this poem too: http://tubagbohol.mikeligalig.com/index.php?topic=52904.0

Thank you , Mike, tho I do not deserve the compliment. Let us remember the life of Charles whom I was blessed to get to know back in 2004.

I still remember him, Mike. He was a man who was in his dotage, he was wheel chair bound already. He was in his mid 80's, his face was wrinkled, his voice very deep and had a rustic sound to it as if he had experienced all that life had to offer him -- the good, the bad.

He had deep blue eyes. I can remember the sound of his voice now as I write this entry.