Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
1d
Shaking hands struggling to
get him to his feet.
My heart pings painfully,
following the pull.
“May I help you?”
He agrees.
Reminded of my former days,
Grasping his soft, warm hand.
“I just need to get my feet under me.”
My heels slip on the ferry’s tile,
two others are urged to assist.
Wishing him well into the elevator,
my mind feels heavy until we dock.
Wondering who he used to be, and
how something so harsh can overtake a human
I’ll never understand some’s disdain for the elderly
Written by
pleblderblerbmerbcschrb  22/fatigue
(22/fatigue)   
17
   Jeremy Betts
Please log in to view and add comments on poems