Garden Settlement

Remembering those days, when we
went to the Garden Settlement and
sang for the golden oldies.

Red and white checked uniforms for
the girls, blue and maroon for the boys;
no in-between in those days,
no difference at Catholic School.

Smiling faces attached to
weather-beaten, toil soaked bodies;
some almost ready for whatever
comes next, others bored, lonely.

Presents arrived for the residents,
or the older people who seemed to
be forgotten; they beam with joy.

We were too young to appreciate
what we saw, until one day like today,
sitting at the window waiting for
the storm, I remember that day.

I remember their faces, now all dead
no doubt. I feel sadness for their
loneliness, and wonder if I want to
grow older in this country, world.

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