I sat alone and watched the movement around me.
I wondered how some people can be so 'busy' all the time
And others barely get through each day.
The holidays are approaching, everything is so festive.
As I walked down the street to the local market,
I passed by an elderly woman, struggling to get one foot in front of the other.
Her face was marked with signs of hardship, she looked confused, a bit scared.
She kept her head bowed, her destination focused.
I wondered what kind of life she had. Did she know where she was?
Had the ugly head of Alzheimer's become a part of her small world?
Did she have family? Friends? Was she successful? Happy? Content?
Did anyone come to visit her, did anyone care?
I was saddened as some young kids rushed past her, nearly knocking her down.
She stopped momentarily, then continued on…as if it were a routine she became used to.
How sad. They didn't even notice her.
How many of us will become shadows in the streets as we get older?
Who will care?
What will our lives be like when the clock turns to an age we could only imagine in our minds?
Let's hope we can survive. Find a reason to go on.
Remember, we all will reach that point…someday.
How will we manage?
Just thoughts...passing in the night...
