‘Cane’

Dressed up again,

Shoved to and fro,

No place for me

Just let me go.

Life has whisked

my loved ones away.

They put me here,

I am out of the way.

Others just gone.

Some just astray.

My life is gone,

I am past decay.

Cane in hand

as I wait.

Can’t hold my head up,

nor my weight.

In a hallway

ready to be placed.

A traffic jam of chairs

why the race?

A flower for me

wilts by my bed.

Peddles droop

also soon very dead.

I loved life,

I have no life.

God take me please,

from my strife.

Note: I am new to this site. Please forgive me if you were not looking for a sad poem.