Waiting-Not to be there
In an elderly old age home
Waits a mother, a sister, a child
Who has passed through the different phases of life
Some were tough, some gentle and mild
She waits to be heard and to hear
To speak to someone-be it from far or near
A lot of things to share, yet no one around
Only the echoes of the past often resound
She waits for her own searching even in the mist,
Little does she know she’s not in their priority list,
According to some-she waits ‘not to be there’,
Forgotten probably is all her love and care.
Yet one day they’ll all gather,
To bid farewell after she’s gone away,
A good funeral and a mournful march,
And finally call it a day.
Yet even now today if such a soul is waiting to be reached,
I have message which to me and all should be preached,
Please do care for them who once cared for you
For where they are today, tomorrow it will be me or you.
Let’s spread love as the Lord wants us to do,
Let them smile who patiently wait for you,
Spend time with your precious ones and do share,
Tell them-‘No more waiting for true love and care’.