The must common illness that affect the Seniors today is depressions produce by loneliness.

Unfortunately we don't see it, we don't even address that issue, and it only take a few words, a good morning, or a hello, to make someone feel special. It maybe that old man living next door to you, or that old woman feeding the pigeons on the park bench, or even you own parent that you have forgotten in the mist and cut of in your own world. You aunt,or your mother old friend may need a call. This poem express and addresses that issue.

Make a difference today, Take some time to talk to the elder, it's very interesting and they have so many tales to tell.

ORGANIZING MY THOUGHTS -Katyuska Rojas 7/17/07 7:38 AM

In that forgotten part of town
Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,
A wrinkled old woman with life near end,
In hopes to have at least one friend,
Fashioned bits of wood and things
And made a dummy run by strings.
She sat alone for hours on end,
Conversing with her only friend
And found delight within the fact

That she controlled it's every act.

She told it how she never had a chance,

since all hers luck was bad although she'd tried so to succeed -

The dummy nodded and agreed.

How hers journeys in romance

Had never given her a chance,

And wasn't it a crying shame

That she was always held to blame

When everyone knew, oh so well,

That life is but a living Hell,

Controlled by lust and power and greed!

The dummy nodded and agreed.

With patience that would rival saints,

That dummy sat through all complaints

And, with each little expert tug,

it'd droop it head or bow or shrug

And give some comfort to the woman

Who held it lifelines in hers hand

And helped to fill a lonely need

When it just nodded and agreed.

Senility increased with time as did

the old woman's pantomime,

and feverish fingers pulled with glee

the dummy's dance of misery.

They never left each other's side

until the day both stopped and died.

We found them lying, hand in hand,

The old lady - and hers wooden friend.