Sonnet: in Old Age
All life they slogged till crept on them old age!
Their children were the pupils of their eyes;
By habit still, to work they yet manage,
With spirit good, weary their body lies.
The toil they put is ‘yond an estimate;
Their loving service is just very great;
They wait for Time’s scythe to emancipate;
Disgruntled world, they can never satiate.
What a wretched world, this happens to be!
Unprepared even now, their senescence is;
Busy children care not for elderly;
But wise old-aged humans on earth’s a bliss!
’tis sad when strikes old-age the aged its gong!
The frail figures cannot withstand for long.
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
The Elderly These Days!
The younger birds have flown off far away!
Their parents aged are left alone today;
The nest looks empty, silent, everyday;
O Lord, show us your way- they pray!
Who cares who cares for elderly these days?
All children seem busy in their own ways;
Mere solitude is what the world repays;
Oh, what a blot on modern human race!
What love was shown by parents in years past!
They look now weary, dazed, with eyes downcast;
They live in penury and sickness fast;
’Tis years, their near and dear ones saw them last!
Cannot all children understand their plight?
Neglecting elderly is never right;
God sees their bloody tears when children fight;
The elderly need food, comfort, care, sight!
Our parents kept us warm when we were cold;
All children have a duty to ones old;
The elderly need young shoulders to hold;
Their virtuous deeds are worth more than all gold!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-10-2006
Dedicated most lovingly to the World’s Elderly
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Who Must Take Care of Old-aged Parents?
Which child will care for parents when old-aged?
Which child will show compassion and respect?
Which child will find the time to talk kind words?
Which child reciprocates their affection?
Gone are the days of joint family system!
Gone is the sense of values in people!
Gone are the times when blood was quite thicker!
Gone with the wind is honouring parents!
Have parents not showered love on children?
Have they not slogged to give them life's comforts?
Have they not nursed them whenev'r they fell ill?
Have they not done their duties to their kids?
The world today is selfish to the core;
Children just want the wealth of parents old;
None volunteer to tend to old parents;
Children show scarce love to their parents dear!
What has then come upon children today?
Who should take care of parents, elderly?
Should not one's children take care of parents?
Much love seems lost in families these days!
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Children I love them!
My Children I love them so much
They are part of my body and mind
I embrace them and shield them all my life
From wickedness and suffering of the world
I guide them the path of rightness
Which I never knew for them it was a punishment.
It was a mother’s love and protection
To bring my children to fruitful life
Today my children loathe me with hatred
As I am deprived and aged with no strength
They all hang about together and gossip about me
They tell lies when I request them in good faith
They treat me as their servant
They cheat me very sec, mins and hour
Just because I am unfortunate and aged with no strength
My Children I love them so much
They enjoy their luxury life with cheerful
Never think once if I have food to eat
My children I love them so much
Today left me unaided and undergo to decease
My Children I love them so much
When they need my support they are bounded
They approach to me with sugary gracious words
Full of assure and expand wide
Once entire mission is successful
There they vanished
My Children I love them so much
Still there is dearest living in my aching heart
In this world are no one to adore me
No anyone to entitle me Mom
The darkness of my life still gives me smile
That is my best friend in time of sorrow
Pain and torment I go throughout my life
God bless my children with all their requirements
Keep them save till the last part……..
Oh god I love my children for eternity
copyright Ezna Stephna
poem by Ezna Stephna
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: Duty of Children
They slogged more than their frames could quite afford;
But lost their cool when aged and fear seized them;
With life thus spent, their future looked so bored;
Their will-pow’r gone, Life’s torn-cloth, they couldn’t hem!
The love they showed was equal and much more;
They loved their children but couldn’t keep them close;
Their children quarreled, turning their eye-sore!
The ‘shrub’ that grew had many thorns than rose!
The old couple had wept and cursed their fate;
No one was there to tend to them when aged;
So till the last, they cooked their food and ate;
Their happy home was sad: they were enraged!
This is what happens to some families;
So, children ought to maintain love and peace!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-9-2006
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: World Elders’ Day 2005
They slogged all life for self and family;
They sacrificed their precious time for all;
They worked for children’s sake primarily;
They made others’ life sweet: their own like gall!
But those were days when they had body-strength;
And now, their frames are weary, also weak;
Their string of life seems cut short now in length;
With will-power, their livelihood, they eke.
God cares for them and blesses them though aged;
They may fall prey to sicknesses sudden;
Their lives were full of crosses: ‘wars’ they waged;
Edentulous, they smile with (out) children?
Today’s youngsters are indebted to them;
One’s elders are akin to rare a gem!
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: The World's Aged, Need Our Help
Our world has older men more than before;
Health-carers wake up! Aged need better care;
Their problems seem so different- don’t ignore
The Elderly; no nation can then fare.
None can prevent the aging process, sure;
And die, we must someday diseased or not;
Ailments defying cure, we must endure;
Improve we can, the quality of cot.
The Elderly have served their useful terms;
They need just love, affection from young ones;
Their body frames are weak and prone to germs;
With help they can complete even more ‘runs’!
The care of Elderly is a challenge,
And needs more work; if not, it takes revenge!
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet- The Elderly
Show consideration for an aged man;
Show courtesy to elderly persons;
Inhuman ways to human lives, you ban;
To do a thing, have sufficient reasons.
Their frame is frail and mind is filled with fear;
Assault of any kind, they cannot bear;
They can’t see well or sleep or even hear;
The elderly need special love and care.
Their growing age is their sweet punishment;
They flex with age and become like a child;
Their Will-power is their great armament;
Their days are numbered- why should we turn wild?
Let’s look after the elderly with pride!
Their words are wise and let’s therefore abide.
7-1-2001
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: Care of the Elderly
God, bless the souls who care for elderly!
Oh, what a lovely service they perform!
And wretched be those thinking cleverly,
Escaping duties, keeping them not warm.
The elder ones took care of us when young;
What love they showered when we were children!
‘They cooked us tasty foods with wet cow-dung! ’
They told us fables showing what’s heaven.
How can we then repay the love we get?
-By taking care of elderly in turn.
Can we ever repay their loving debt?
We fail to carry sometimes ev’n their urn!
The elderly can bless one’s family;
Their curses lead to ruin verily!
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: On the Elderly (Poem Dedicated On World Poetry Day,2012)
Give them, O God, a newer lease of life;
Had they not suffered lot in their life-times?
Their bliss was lesser than their woes and strife;
Now elderly, they stay in sickly climes!
They struggled through their child-hoods to grow big;
They toiled to rear their children and to feed;
Now bald, grey-haired, they will not wear a wig;
Nevertheless, God blessed them and their seed!
Who will now care for them if sickness strikes?
Which child finds time to enquire and to speak?
Which soul will tend to their dislikes and likes?
Bless them, O God, for now their frames are weak!
Their plight when aged turns life a worthless cross;
Embrace them Lord, if they had lived Your cause!
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: My Mother in Old-age
Octogenarian now, how well she writes,
My mother to me still, in her own hand!
The Scriptures, good advice, how well she cites!
Her old-aged pen serves like a fairy’s wand!
She has been doing thus for years and years;
Though old-aged, by sheer will-power she lives;
Tho’ slightly deaf and blocked by wax, her ears;
Her eyes see well! What advice she just gives!
Her only plea to me was to write back;
I used to visit her often, not now;
Of keeping children good, she had the knack;
She is my mother great who has such love.
God give her health of body, mind, I pray;
Indeed, she is my mother sweet, I say.
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What Parents When Old, Want From Their Children …
When you were small, a helpless kid,
Just imagine what parents did,
From feeding to keeping you clean –
A routine that had always been!
And now when parents are quite aged,
They feel like birds both that are caged;
Just give them half the love they gave;
Don’t lose your temper / misbehave!
When you were small and could not bathe,
Mom bathed you with towel to swathe,
And wiped you dry and combed your hair,
All your mischief, she had to bear!
When parents are now pretty old,
Or have a fever, catch a cold,
Should not the children care for them,
And treat them for each new problem?
When you were just a little child,
And parents scolded you so mild,
To show you what was wrong and right,
And chalk a future that was bright!
And now when parents have gone weak,
To walk, your assistance, they seek,
Oblige them with a heart all glad:
Old age is less happy, much sad!
When you were craving for good food,
Your mother cooked it as she should,
And heaved a sigh of great relief,
When you’d slept, in disbelief!
And now, when parents ask something,
Be kind and courteously do bring,
They cannot buy whatev’r they feel;
They cannot run or walk or kneel!
When you’d joined school for the first time,
And could not say even a rhyme,
Your mom had taught you how to write,
And sang a ‘lullaby’ at night!
And now when parents cannot read,
And reached a stage, they cannot feed,
Shouldn’t children help them with these chores,
And see that they don’t get bed-sores?
When you were children very small,
And appeared each, a tiny doll,
Your parents helped to dress you up,
And without spilling, drink from cup!
When parents elderly now need,
A blanket when it’s cold indeed,
Should children not offer the same,
Avoiding saying words of shame?
As children, you knew not to talk,
And parents taught you how to walk,
And told you stories, sang you songs,
Correcting you in all your wrongs!
Now old-aged parents, need your love,
And not the warmth of any stove!
They want their children to converse,
And not a filled wallet or purse!
You turned a man, woman o’er years,
While parents wiped away your tears,
And found a partner good for life,
Ensuring days, devoid of strife.
When parents are now bed-ridden,
And tell you truths that were hidden,
Shouldn’t you mitigate suffering,
Without causing some bickering?
Yes, children, you cannot return
The love what parents’ hearts did burn;
Thank God for giving such great souls,
Who led you to heavenly goals.
The least that aged parents ask,
Is see their children do God’s task,
And live in harmony with all
Relatives, neighbors, till Lord’s call!
So, do your duty to parents
In ripe old age in ways you can,
And get their blessings on kindred,
That stays generations hundred!
Attend on parents in good cheer;
Be kind to them and always near;
Not all offspring get this chance rare,
To have parents old-aged, to care!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-12-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In Silence No More
Aged 1
Aged 2
Aged 3
Aged 4
At 5 my life changed forever more,
Aged 6
Aged 7
Aged 8
Aged 9
By 10 he’d touched me a thousand times,
Aged 41
42
43
44
But now I’m not suffering in silence,
In silence anymore,
For now I’m chatting and talking,
Not crawling I’m walking,
Even though he’s still stalking,
I’m not suffering in silence,
Suffering in silence,
I’m not suffering in silence,
In silence no more.
poem by Darren Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Pachyderm
O' my elderly world, am I getting too bold?
The ones who go first were the elderly ones
Leaving spawns of unfertile aftermaths
Leaving my elderly world high and dry
O' my elderly world, am I getting out of control?
Doing everything that crosses my mind
Like there is no tomorrow
Like there are no rules
O' my elderly world, am I worthy of being alive?
When all my tendency contributes are turmoils
When my currupted mind only grieves others'
Like I own this elderly world...
O' my elderly world, are the rulers doing well?
When all they can offer are blood, tears and lives taken
When the rich becomes richer
When the poor becomes poorer
Like they own this elderly world...
O' my elderly world, do I still have the time?
Am always envious of time
Am always running out of time
Hope I won't be here when your time runs out
O' my elderly world...
poem by Chosen Reject
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
We Are More Alike Than Unalike
Let the gong-gong ring through
The living rooms of Canada Singapore New Zealand
Russia India El Salvador Poland China Botswana Switzerland
England Papua New Guinea Brazil South Africa
Japan Australia Ireland France Vietnam America…
Let the gong-gong bring first
THE CHILDREN: Their seats are Ready!
Let the gong-gong bring first
THE CHILDREN from Thailand Italy Saudi Arabia The Beloved Country
The Hope The Land of Two Rivers Sao Tome &
Principe Seychelles Equatorial Guinea St Christopher and Nevis Kiribati
THE CHILDREN: Their seats are Ready!
From Yamoussoukro Antananarivo Edinburgh Ouagadougou Oslo
Bandung Karachi Abu Dhabi Lesotho Accra Kabul Harare Cairo
Kuala Lumpur Tel Aviv Lisbon Windhoek Abuja…
Let the gong-gong bring first
THE CHILDREN: Their seats are Ready!
Come all you children of the world
Come all you children and take your seats
Under the Big Tree of Durbars
Our newfound Village
Come all you children of the world
Come all you children and take your seats
Grandee Maya Angelou
Wanna tell you a Storyline: We are More Alike than Unalike!
poem by Gabriel Eshun
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
God Abhors Murder
‘Thou shalt not kill! ’
–Outside the womb or inside it.
The life-Giver can always take;
The life-rearer dare never kill!
Life is God-given most precious wealth on earth;
No human being shalt take life or abet,
Except the Giver in His time by right!
Pro-life’s the way, the world goes on;
Pro-life’s the only way, we can exist;
Pro-life’s meant for all ages, sex;
Pro-life’s patron is God himself!
Do not provoke God’s wrath through murders foul;
Do not invoke His anger by killing;
Do not annul the blessings pre-destined,
By murdering the unborn in the womb!
Shame on a society that kills its own!
Accursed be leaders according license;
When saving lives is health-care’s main ethics,
Abortion, mercy-killing have no place!
The lives we try to save are scarce;
The ones we kill are so many;
More lives perish when humans err!
Like doctors, mothers too shan’t kill!
Why pluck the buds that aren’t blossomed?
Why destroy trees are quite old?
The elderly now tend to kids,
But children don’t want them old-aged!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-12-2009
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Let the children read
People are waiting for the King
To safe broken heart and safe life
People who are busy to erase their sin
But some people still searching
How to manage this difficult life
The rest are trying to help poor people
I am an ordinary people
Who has an ordinary heart
I don't have power to save this world
But i want to learn to care
Because i realize i live not for this world
I live for the next step with my King
If it is possible
I want to help many children around me
Who feel hunger of education
but do not have money
I wish i can get scholarship one day
But, when i see those little children
Better, if i can help them
Teach them
Make them read
So they will know science and the truth
I hope... i can help myself first
So, i can help them and my family
Because children deserve to have education
Children should have many dreams
Children should feel safe
No more tears to this world for them
We Are The Children Of The World
(p. castro/m.a. kelly)
Waiting on the wings
On the wings of time
Wonder whats to come
And what we will find
Dancing on a dream
In the magic of our mind
Reaching for the sun
As long as it shines
Living day to day
While were on our way
Well find were already there
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
Underneath the blue
In a solitary light
Guiding by a star
A star in the night
The enemy we see
Is the enemy inside
Knowing we can win
Without knowing why
Wed be lost in hope
While we search for more
We find were already there
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
How many times do we look to the sky
Knowing weve nothing to lose
We are the children who wanted to fly
Now we can fly to the moon
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
song performed by by Diana Ross
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: Our Children Is Our True Wealth
How nice to see one's children win applause?
What joy when children perform truly great?
How lovely seeing them live for a cause!
What thrill to see them get rewards till date.
The joy of parents is really more,
When children win a trophy, shield in race;
When people clap their hands and them adore;
And laughter, smiles adorn their weary face.
Yes, children are the apple of their eyes;
To see them well is parents' only aim;
So, parents slog all life to make them wise;
Their minds are filled with joy when they get fame.
Is there a better wealth than children's feat?
A plant is proud to bear its golden wheat.
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Hats Off to the Woman, Who…
Hats off to the woman, who bears children
With labor-pains, completing family;
Hats off to the woman, who rears the young,
Making her babies suckle at her breasts;
Hats off to the woman, who tends to both
Husband, children, others with care and love;
Hats off to the woman, who does all things
For others’ sake, selflessly all her life;
Hats off to the woman, who keeps the home,
And raises her children in forbearance;
Hats off to the woman, who labors hard
And burns the midnight-oil for family;
Hats off to the woman, who contributes
Fiscally by working in a work-place;
Hats off to the woman, who patiently
Toils, to keep the harmony of her home;
Hats of to the woman, who can also
Extend tender, loving care to old-aged;
Hats off to the woman, who has God first
In life, and sacrifices for the rest;
Hats off to the woman, who can smile
To all, despite her grief, anguish and strife in heart;
Hats off to the woman, who turns the home
A virtual Paradise on earth all life;
Hats off to the woman, who loves to slog,
And toils to raise her family with love;
Hats off to the woman, who’s an angel
To all, by being a good example.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-21-2008
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes
ERE sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes,
Which all the day with ceaseless care have sought
The magic gold which from the seeker flies;
Ere dreams put on the gown and cap of thought,
And make the waking world a world of lies, —
Of lies most palpable, uncouth, forlorn,
That say life's full of aches and tears and sighs, —
Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn,
Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes.
Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes,
How all the griefs and heartaches we have known
Come up like pois'nous vapors that arise
From some base witch's caldron, when the crone
To work some potent spell, her magic plies.
The past which held its share of bitter pain,
Whose ghost we prayed that Time might exorcise,
Comes up, is lived and suffered o'er again,
Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes.
Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes,
What phantoms fill the dimly lighted room;
What ghostly shades in awe-creating guise
Are bodied forth within the teeming gloom.
What echoes faint of sad and soul-sick cries,
And pangs of vague inexplicable pain
That pay the spirit's ceaseless enterprise,
Come thronging through the chambers of the brain,
Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes.
Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes,
Where ranges forth the spirit far and free?
Through what strange realms and unfamiliar skies
Tends her far course to lands of mystery?
To lands unspeakable — beyond surmise,
Where shapes unknowable to being spring,
Till, faint of wing, the Fancy fails and dies
Much wearied with the spirit's journeying,
Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes.
Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes,
How questioneth the soul that other soul, —
The inner sense which neither cheats nor lies,
But self exposes unto self, a scroll
Full writ with all life's acts unwise or wise,
In characters indelible and known;
So, trembling with the shock of sad surprise,
The soul doth view its awful self alone,
Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes.
When sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes,
The last dear sleep whose soft embrace is balm,
And whom sad sorrow teaches us to prize
For kissing all our passions into calm,
Ah, then, no more we heed the sad world's cries,
Or seek to probe th' eternal mystery,
Or fret our souls at long-withheld replies,
At glooms through which our visions cannot see,
When sleep comes down to seal the weary eyes.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!