She Calls Me "John"

poor soul i know someone like that.it's good to make a poem of the experience as it show's everyone even though we forget the present when we are old we can still remember our past in some way's.tina

Greetings Susan.

For all in life, deserves at least one true individual, to call their friend.The past, truly is the predictor of our future but only if we allow it to be. for we are the delivers to what is brung to our tables,otherwise, if we don't take control, we fall subject, to what our future delivers to us.A book judged by the cover, is a book never to be read in full. She to me was a book never to be read until the day you adorned her door steps and saw past her withered, yet unturned cover.To you a brand new friend, to them, someone they once loved and once loved them,(the two) whom they lost long,long ago but your compassion and concern, to them, have returned that someone to them..... This devotion, by you,true and sacred to those that have no one are nothing,remaining in life, (to be able), to once again call their own...Wonderful poem....And this day...You can call me...

Jim.

Jimmy.

Thank you (Sue),

And for the attention you bring to people of older age, without their loved ones, whom they lost long ago or just have no one at all, to share a smile with, or a friendly kind hearted gesture too.They,just as you, I  and all others in society, once had a life of brand new and people to share it with.but now they are alone, with no one, are nothing, to call their own.Although once you get to know them, (as they are),just as you say, they aren't mean at all, just miserable and upset, that no one in life, now knows the origin of their true pain and battles, the depressed hand, that life has dealt them, in their end of days..Very understanding you are to them all.......

Jim.