#seniors poems on Hello Poetry

Mr and Mrs Andrews Jun 2023

BEWARE seniors are targeted for demolition
They make it look like an accidental solution
First patient visits general doctor then you are asked to fill in tons of weird questionnaire asking specifically how many relatives are still that care about your well being
Upon filling up fraudulent medical required paperwork asking front desk for a copy of documents it's denied and any attempts to complain about the issue they make you into a crazy person with dementia and enter fraudulent
illness codes on file trashing medical records and patient healthy otherwise will be targeted.

If going for a simple UTI antibiotics
are denied and visits to dentist
patient made to wait until all patients have left
To inject poisons  into patients mouth.

Patient is often asked to submit to invasive tests
ordered by visiting unlicenced nurses
instead of doctors
Most general doctors never get involved
they allow the evil doer greedy ******* to do away with their evil deed for a cut in the fraudulent life insurance.
The patients family is usually victimized they lie divide and plot to ****** the loving sage wise relative that was made into a estranged.

Most crooked doctors patients have a list of life insurances fraudulent in nature which they renew and then extort the money from victimized
grown  next of kin .
Trashing the innocent elderly parent
even more to the eyes of patients grown kids
to  embarrass them.
Later years later the patient has been tortured infected on purpose during minor medical procedures
But all you crooks on *******
habitual drug user morons
crooks are not above the law
Publishing this awareness
that what happened to us
is happening
to your loved ones somewhere else
in this amazing superpower heavenly USA
becoming a **** hole disgrace
called North America
with it's madness rampart
mass shootings
and covert greedy medical Neo Natzis
Abusing medicare Medicaid system
Pre meditating the killing maiming of elderly.
Now martial law continues
targeting senior population US citizens
in hospitals.

Define all this hell life going wrong
hate crimes against beautiful courageous
dodging bullet immigrants.
Like myself.
As to the evil greedy psychopath's
trashing me to the 11 winds to my family
beware I pray Psalm 109
**** murderers human trafficants
psychopaths
To the jealous Liz W and Henry R W
His ****** twisted girl friend
evil nurse sociopath sterile
haina with the fraudulent birth certificates
Some idiot bailed you out of ******* and you implicated me sold my child my life for your evil deeds and bad habits
Your evil doer now you're made public.
All of you are on the FBI list being
investigated.
You will be cought imprisoned
with each crime you attempt
to commit
You will be made to pay.
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My parents didn't birth me for you to ****** me pregnant and stalk me a fife time **** of of Earth in USA

#killer #nurses #unlicenced #targeting #seniors #medicare #medicaid #medical

Alexis K Jun 2020

Life As A Senior In One Game

I was so focused on the Ball.
I was always told to keep my eyes on the ball.
I was ready for it, I was more than ready.
The ball came to me fast, spinning in the air,
I held the bat tightly.
Three
Two
One
Swing.

I was watching the ball so long.
It flew in the air, pride swelled within me.
It was an air-ball, gone in the wind.
I was finally achieving what everybody wanted.

I watched the ball so long that I didn't notice everybody had packed up and left.
I watched the ball so long,
I didn't see the virus coming my way,
I didn't see masks being put on right in front of my face.
I watched the ball so long,
I didn't know the game was over.
It hadn't even Started and yet we had lost.

I had watched the ball too long.
I missed everything else.

#covid19 #covid #game #seniors #2020seniors

Alexis K Jun 2020

"The Best Years of Your Life!" (Spoken word)

Freshman year:
"Creepy-Crusty Freshman"
We thought we had it together,
but everyone else knew.
We were just beginning,
We were separate, naive and secluded.

Sophomore year:
Forgotten students.
Not ready for college
Yet not a new baby to coddle,
We were simple floating and following the beaten path.

Junior Year:
Most stressful endeavors
ACTs, SATs, AP tests
Do good they said,
Prepare for senior year,
"It goes by fast"
So do this and do that, but don't do that.

Senior Year:
Apply for colleges!
Don't be late! Meet the deadlines!
Senioritis.
We wanted it to go by fast and they said it would, and it did.
So fast that our last day was March 16th
Instead of May 22nd
We had no idea that we would never say a proper goodbye,
that we would never throw our caps to fly high,
that we would never dance to tacky music for the last time at our 'senior prom'
We had no idea what senior year would be.
But we now know what it was not.
It was not easy
not simple or complete,
straight-forward or whole,
Not ordinary and certainly not fair.

2020 Seniors did not get a senior year.
We did not get open houses for the masses,
Or graduation with peers from our classes.

In kindergarten we were told to stand tall and speak up, and chin up. Make friends because they'll be with you your whole school life. One day you will cross the stage with them.

But senior year we were told to be quiet, wear a mask. Stay inside, don't say goodbye, good luck on your own. You'll graduate alone.

Coming from a 2020 senior, this year has been rough on us and extremely weird. This is just to try and make it a little clearer for people who don't understand how it has affected seniors. I have personally seen adults attack seniors for sharing their emotions and to say that we were overreacting. But this is a global pandemic that has LITERALLY stripped us of our senior experiences. I had bought my prom dress before we knew we weren't coming back, i bought my cap and gown and was looking forward to walking the stage. Unable to do these things, it affects us.

#seniors #2020 #2020seniors #graduation #covid19 #covid #corona #senioritis

Brent Kincaid Apr 2019

MISE EN SCENE

MISE EN SCENE

Once, the long ago and far away me
Could attract the eye and heart.
But without my watching it be so
I did not see my good looks depart.
I did not see the wrinkles arrive,
Nor the spots appear on my skin.
I did not note the muscles loosen
And the arms and legs go so thin.

I watched the blonde become silver
And the dark become so very light
But, I did not mind the stooping posture
As tiredness made it feel just right.
I felt my diet changing because
Some things no longer tempted
Others took their places every time
As the younger favorites were exempted.

But now I have glasses everywhere
And I turn the television up too loud
That the neighbors squeal to the landlord
And that does not make me proud.
For most of my life, I read incessantly
But now, never can read at night
Because I have to have a strong lamp
Or the lighting is not quite right.

And, oh the pills I must take now.
Some for morning and some for night.
I must take them in order, counting
So I know I keep the dosage just right.
Some are supplements, but some are for
That age that I have now achieved.
Yes, I am that old, and accept it mostly
Even though I find it hard to believe.

Brent Kincaid
4/14/2019

#aging #maturity #seniors #life #acceptance #poetry #kincaid

Axel Mar 2019

One Step Ahead

one step ahead and they're finally done
one step ahead and they're finally gone
one step ahead and she is finally proud
one step ahead,one step ahead, one step ahead

one step ahead and the glass finally falls
one step ahead and the tears finally drop
one step ahead and the fingers finally touch
one step ahead and the shirt is finally black
one step ahead,one step ahead,one step ahead

with or without,skies or the clouds,
love or a fling,food or a drink;
they finally said and they finally did
they finally free in a count of three
they finally gone and this time it's gonna be so long
they finally clap and it feels like it's only one step
they finally grow as the wind blows
and they finally smile but they're gonna cry

one step ahead before the journey ends
one step ahead before the airplane lands
and one step ahead before the new level
and one step ahead before a boy turns into a man
and one step ahead before a girl turns into a woman
and one step ahead and they finally fly to the higher level of the sky.

goodbye seniors,even tho some of us may not miss y'all,there will be some that's gonna cry,and there will be some of us that's gonna miss your smiles.
thank you,for everything. May God will always bless u.

#seniors #juniors #school #apart #goodbye #bye #missing #highschool #love #friends

Micah G Nov 2018

Remember

Your room is this way
Dementia
No ma’am it’s okay
Forget ya

Don’t forget those who have fallen to time. Stand with them and be kind.

#seniors #dementia

Brent Kincaid Sep 2018

SENIOR STORY

I’ve reached that age where I dodder
And when I forget becomes fodder
For impatience and often abuse.
I apologize but it’s seldom any use.
I have learned to smile and tip my hat
As I am now the oldster I once laughed at.
My face tells a story with every wrinkle
And it now takes me longer to ******.
I have to get up two or three times a night
Which means my kidneys aren’t working right.

Getting up from a chair is a three part thing
And I can’t do it without some moaning.
I’m very glad for a thing called remote control
Because it’s a saving grace for growing old.
I moved the coffee maker closer to my chair
So I don’t have to walk so far over there.
I’m thinking of swapping my end table in a smidge
To replace it with a my own personal mini-fridge.
That will save me even more trips over and back
By loading it with sodas and some clever snacks.

Now just in case some might think I’m *******,
I’m not, it’s just that my habits are now switching.
It another phase of living life, is all it means
Like switching to Sansabelt slacks instead of jeans.
I had plenty of fun when I was young and foolish
So, there is no sense of anyone getting ghoulish.
I’m full to the brim with carefully gathered memories
And a scant few of them could be called miseries.
Mostly I have been pretty much a happy kid
And now enjoy the wisdom from all I did.

#age #seniors #maturity #memory #pride #longevity #poetry #kincaid

Brent Kincaid Feb 2018

DORIAN (TATTLETALE) GRAY

I’m sliding down the ladder of life
Doing the Jacob thing in reverse.
Most of the people I meet now
Are either medical doctors or a nurse.
I’m in that phase where my hearing
Is about as good as my vision.
I don’t walk all that well at all
Due to my aging condition.

That’s the way things sometimes go
You might be clueless or you might know.
There may be signs so you can guess
Or you may find yourself a total mess.

Looking back over who I have been,
Like most of the young, I didn’t forsee
Or take much to heart the chances
That things like this would happen to me.
I thought myself invulnerable and
Incapable of ever growing old
Callously heeding no elders’s words
I simply refused to be told.

I thought the warnings I heard
Were from some clueless wags
And burned candles at both ends
Until the wick began to sag.

Now the creamy sooth skin,
Or what version I once ever had,
Begins to betray with brown spots,
And I admit it once made me mad.
But I have managed to accept
Many of the shortcomings of tomorrow.
It’s the loss of mobility I dislike;
That delivers me so much sorrow.

#age #seniors #rashness #youth #eulogy #poetry #kincaid

Brent Kincaid Feb 2018

ALMOST TAPS

I am sharing this opus
It's more of an onus
Of just how things went
But were not really bogus.
I earned my life lumps
Racing over speed bumps
Trying to outrun cards dealt
That were not quite trumps.

Still I made it this far
And while I’m not a star
I suited and showed up.
Things are what they are
And I can debate them
But I can’t dispute them.
It would be a big lie
If I tried to refute them.

So my doddering totter
Gets odder and odder
Telling me loudly
I am Grim Reaper fodder.
Some bridges burned,
Another corner turned
Dealing with the effects
Of the lessons learned.

Now an irascible rascal
Far too frequently wrathful
Warring with too-small print
I am the long-retired radical
No longer marching around
Supporting causes I found.
No longer a crusader, I am
A kind of sad circus clown.

I never expected to have it made
Like a grandee in the shade
Sipping my iced mint julep
Rich from making the grade
But with youthful short sight
I never saw it in this light
That I would fall so short
Of playing things just right.

Still, I have to cut some slack
When I sit here looking back
At where and what I was.
The view is not so black.
While superstars never came,
My lottery dreams were lame,
I feel I did all that could
To honestly play the game.

The end comes near for all of us sooner or later.

#aging #seniors #reminiscing #reevaluating #poetry #kincaid

Brent Kincaid Aug 2017

TWO FOUR SIX EIGHT, AIN’T IT GREAT TO CELEBRATE!

When I’m up in the night
Because I have to ***
I say to myself wryly,
“This is longevity.”
I remind myself then
This is the way things are
When a person my age
Manages to get this far.

I repeat to myself then
How stupid I was as a kid
And make an inventory
Of the dumb stuff I did.
And how I didn’t see
How lucky I had been
To have so much energy
And ambition back then.

I remember weekends
Where I played until three
And woke up very early
Ready for the day happily.
I remind myself of freedom
From aching backs and knees,
And for decades on end,
Doing whatever I pleased.

I remember, and that alone,
Is a victory for my years
Because my memory works well;
Not so much my aging ears.
And glasses must be found
To get from here to the bed.
By now I am celebrating
That I am here, and not dead.

#aging #seniors #celebration #survival #poetry #kincaid