April 23 2 008
That Sad is to Get old
That sad is to get old
Whenever I think that I am in the 90
And I cannot move of an armchair
Of me one empowers so immense sorrow
That not distant day I lose the reason.
I live with my children they have me a months
that they are very long
“Grandfather he has left ten days”
and when from there I go out
in all the faces the happiness is seen.
I go with another son and with another daughter-in-law
be equal or perhaps worse to those that I have left
after bringing in this march it was
“I already have here the old man” he says this one to a neighbor
“that nature if it us goes to inform all”
A young and arrogant small girl enters
one continues look at me
and in its sonrisilla I see that he is saying
“it has already touched us”
To the most teeny-weeny called Fernando
its parents for grace are teaching him
what it does not stem since it is not to pray
“up to where the child of the grandfather is”
the very serious child raises the hand and the hair touches
But the fact is that they do not see that they are killing me
That I cannot already with so many meanness
or the fact is that they are planning
that disconsolate the head loses
Since they also will come to old men
And they will gather what they have sowed
Why is our God very just
And he has to punish them for its big sin.
Rubita
That sad is to find the old age dressed in such form, so heavy … so forced like forgotten. I think that we all are a memories source, the old age is one more stage, of harmony that only we believe who we are capable of being able to enjoy them, and of helping them to be happy in expectation of the sweet death … PD: why? … that is the old age if not the simple waiting.?, rubiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, besitos guapisimaaaaaa ¿ por que,?… que es la vejez si no la simple espera….?,,rubiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,,,,besitos guapisimaaaaaa
Rubiii, straight you have touched me the fibre, thanks for collaborating with the blog and leaving a pedacito of you to us.
a big hug.
It is the first time that I write, but it is you who are, and although it is said that there is no favoritism, I believe that if they are, and you are my FRIEND, that's why I am going to write something on your poetry.
Ains the old age, that fear to come to her, but it is the life itself, it is a natural process, and I believe that we are adapting ourselves at the time that we are living …. but like a personal opinion, I DO NOT WANT TO BE A FURNITURE, I want to be a person. Girl is not necessary that he says to you what I love you. Fraud Dolo
Araaaa, welcome to this one your space, thanks for writing in.
Very guessed right, my girl. I remember with very much fondness my grandmothers, whom unfortunately I already do not have with me, and its advices me have been of big utility many times.
Biquiños thousands, beautiful