Journal of Gerontological Nursing

The Lonely, The Old, The Forgotten...

Leona Howell

Abstract

They sit there waiting patiently and wipe away a tear; Wishing that a visitor would suddenly appear.

Someone to say, "How are you?" and greet them with a smile, Someone to sit beside them and chat a little while.

It's hard for them to understand just what they are doing there. What happened to their family and friends who used to care?

How come they have been abandoned like some old worn out shoe? What crime have they committed? What bad things did they do?

True, they have a bed to sleep in and they are sheltered from the rain But there's precious little ehe to ease their loneliness and pain.

They are only one of many in an oldster's home today Who find the price for longer life is much too high to pay.

That picture could be quickly changed if all of us would spend Some extra time just visiting a relative or friend.

Who's shut away from all the things that once were held so dear, And needs to be reminded that at least someone is near.

To take them by the hand and say, "How are you?" with a smile, And then sit close beside them and just love them for a while.…

They sit there waiting patiently and wipe away a tear; Wishing that a visitor would suddenly appear.

Someone to say, "How are you?" and greet them with a smile, Someone to sit beside them and chat a little while.

It's hard for them to understand just what they are doing there. What happened to their family and friends who used to care?

How come they have been abandoned like some old worn out shoe? What crime have they committed? What bad things did they do?

True, they have a bed to sleep in and they are sheltered from the rain But there's precious little ehe to ease their loneliness and pain.

They are only one of many in an oldster's home today Who find the price for longer life is much too high to pay.

That picture could be quickly changed if all of us would spend Some extra time just visiting a relative or friend.

Who's shut away from all the things that once were held so dear, And needs to be reminded that at least someone is near.

To take them by the hand and say, "How are you?" with a smile, And then sit close beside them and just love them for a while.

10.3928/0098-9134-19810401-17

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