THE SPRING WITHIN ME
THE SPRING WITHIN ME …A SENIOR CITIZENS POEM
By: George Hunt
There is spring within me
Even though you see me as Winter.
You’ve not known me through my Autumn years
You’ve not known me ever.
I’m here in your care because of maybe money
But certainly because of circumstances.
Where do think I’ve been?
You don’t care
I am just a face
I am just a lifeless winter to you…
But inside, I am Spring.
I lost the Spring in my step moons ago
And it was then I gained the Spring in my heart.
Later, in my Autumn, when the Spring of my soul was taken,
The Spring in my eyes turned to the tiny blessings of my life.
But you don’t care about the things I’ve done
Or what I’ve owned
Or how I’ve lived
Or the people I’ve known
Or who I am
Or what the mere mention of my name means to most.
I am just a lifeless, Winter-face to you.
With eyes that peer and stare
And words that strike.
But the spring in my eyes and heart are alive and well.
Please treat me with the dignity and respect I deserve
As I try to keep hold of my spring.