They wait and wait
Hoping someone would come
Praying someone would care
They sit in despair with their stories untold
When once they where young and now there old.
There eyes, once was bright with life and youthful fire
Now dimly they sparkle with a deep desire
For human touch, for gentle loving care
For someone to hear their tales,and show they're still there.
Their days are filled with silence , broken only by the sound of wheelchairs gliding up and down the halls.
They wait for footsteps and for a friendly face
For someone to share their joys and wipe away their tears off there face
But still they hold on to memories of the past
Of loved ones who've gone and moments that will forever last
They wait and wait
When the day would come
They wont be alone
In this place , that they now call home .
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 10:29 PM UTC
They wait and wait
Hoping someone would come
Praying someone would care
They sit in despair with their stories untold
When once they where young and now there old.
There eyes, once was bright with life and youthful fire
Now dimly they sparkle with a deep desire
For human touch, for gentle loving care
For someone to hear their tales,and show they're still there.
Their days are filled with silence , broken only by the sound of wheelchairs gliding up and down the halls.
They wait for footsteps and for a friendly face
For someone to share their joys and wipe away their tears off there face
But still they hold on to memories of the past
Of loved ones who've gone and moments that will forever last
They wait and wait
When the day would come
They wont be alone
In this place , that they now call home .
Spend time with your loved ones . Every moment is unique.
