Treasure Island

Tom Higgins

(Egremont)

I Am Old, I Am Not Invisible


I am still breathing I can hear, and I can see.
Why do you always just look straight past me?
Why is it that I always find
when it comes to me you seem quite blind?
How exactly do you see me
As a person or a used to be?
I am old and you aren't yet
And sometimes I can forget,
But that's no reason for you to ignore
That I am just as human as I was before.
I once was young, just like you
I lived a busy life and had a family too.
But now I languish all alone
Forgotten and left in the ignoring zone.
I sit here and wait for the day to come
When at last my time will be done,
And I can leave and find permanent peace
For me it will be a blessed release.
Perhaps if you could stop to ponder
That time leads everyone to the great blue yonder,
Then, maybe you'd realise
That there is a mind behind these eyes.

Submitted: Thursday, June 20, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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Tom Higgins 17/06/2013

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