Old Age Decanted
Vines stand regimented in rows,
Nurtured and tenderly adored,
Shielded from harsh winds that blow,
Until their fruits can be sweetly poured.
Vines stand regimented in rows,
Older ones gnarled and twisted,
Allowed grace and respect in age as they grow,
Curtailing their fruitfulness resisted.
Kids queue regimented in school halls,
Educated, loved with tender care.
Soothed and calmed from any of lives falls ,
Until their lives can be independently shared.
Old folk sit in regimented rows,
In homes,
Older ones bitter and twisted,
Allowed ,encouraged to survive in limbo,
Curtailing their lives,through inactivity,insisted !
Vintage wines kept, loved for an age,
Yet people disregarded once in decline.
Society should rebel in outrage,
Value age currency,
Above that of fine wine!
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i like your stream of thoughts here...well done
ReplyDeleteI love where this image and the metaphoric interpretation took you.
ReplyDeleteGood one Kez - and following now!
ReplyDeleteI love the way you set this up and then make a powerful statement - this would make a great front page editorial
ReplyDeleteHere! Here! We all want to be valued, listened to,and stay useful. Why live, if we're put out to pasture. Well said.
ReplyDeleteYou took the "independence" theme and moved it into a different -- and generational -- level. Good poem.
ReplyDeleteindeed, people are the least on the ladder :)
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Thank you for sharing. Great content, rhyme and form. As an older one your poem strikes at my core. Cheers
ReplyDeleteOh this second to last paragraph is so powerful. It is sad the way they treat the elderly in the States. In Sweden where I now live so many elderly live independently and you see them out riding bikes, working actively, in their gardens, even in the clubs dancing!
ReplyDeleteIs quite sad how many just assume some are out to pasture, elderly or not sometimes, great write!
ReplyDeletefine wines to be appreciated...that is how i see those that are aging...they still have much to add in the richness of their history...
ReplyDeleteKerry! This poem speaks a powerful and all too true message. We should turn to our elders and drink of their wisdom...just that simple. Most have already made the mistakes and learned the lessons...and most are all to willing to share them. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI love your image and thoughts very well done.
ReplyDeleteOur elders have lived and loved and have so much wisdom to give...nicely done!
ReplyDeleteSociety SHOULD rebel in outrage. And in some societies the elderly are the most revered.
ReplyDeleteWonderful imagery to go with your deep thoughts.
And lovely picture. I wish to romp down those rows,then sample some of the vinter's wares!
Better appreciated: vintage wine decanted a drop at a time, each sweeter than the one before.
ReplyDeleteYour social comment profound, poetic.
Cheers!
A beautiful and true poem. You use words as the painter uses the paintbrush. Thanks for sharing your truth and wisdom!
ReplyDeleteLove the images! This had a very vintage feel to me.
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