Discarded, locked away as if they matter no more,
Their lives are precious, are they valued as once before.
At times not anymore, they were at a time young and full of life,
Listened to and heard by those around, family and friends maybe gone.
It just might do us all good to think about growing old but not alone,
Would we want to be cast away, said goodbye to and put away one day.
Why are they put away, Do they become useless or a burden to society.?
It’s forgotten that wisdom and much still to offer lives inside them, they matter.
The day will soon enough appear when we will become they, don’t put us away,
Why are they put away, they decay when life is taken from them, they speak so listen carefully.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
I know; We were all beautiful and young at one time.
Nothing lasts forever nor should it. We need to honor old age like we do youth.
They are some of the greatest resources our country has to offer. We need their wisdom! They could teach the history they have lived through in a way that can’t be replicated. We need their stories!
Jeanette Hall
It’s a bad thing not being valued
On Sat, May 23, 2015 at 1:57 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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