The Grayest Greyness

Where brightly colored worlds once lived, vivaciously alive,
The grayest greyness gravely haunts, deeply trenched inside.
The care of our forgotten folks, left to no tomorrow;
Invasive hopeless shadows fill stark isolation’s sorrow.

Once fanciful Forget-Me-Nots weep silent anguished tears,
As our elders stare at walls alone in languished years.
Spirits shattered, gone what mattered, desperate to be heard,
Independence long past lost speaks louder that all words.

Where are all the family ties once loving, sure and strong;
A place one knew in golden years that they would still belong.
The rocking chair where parents sat, in a yard sale sold,
To help pay for a prison called a home made for the old.

Sinfully selfish we’ve become and with this we are lost,
For ease of life we fate our roots to warehouse at low cost.
Let’s justify our actions well, believe they’re in good hands,
Forget about them for awhile, and never make amends.

As you stare from your wheel chair, no family comes to call,
Numb from months of yearning for their voices in the hall,
Wishing God to take you from your desolate misery,
Think back onto these words and see if surely you agree.


by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater