Last of Life

I have got a face with wrinkles;
That means my eyes cannot twinkle,
I’m a human;
Although my presence is not into consideration;
And I’m forced to live in isolation,

I have also failed to curry favor;
With each family member;
Because they have decided;
I’m not allowed to be remembered,

I gave my entire life to my children;
Which I then thought was right;
Because I didn’t know;
I’m working on my own worsening plight,

Now I’m an old man,           
So you think of me as a piece of waste;
But I think of all those years,
Where times had a sweet taste,

And today, you don’t hesitate to leave me;
With some random ‘Foundation’;
But I don’t care, as for me it is an evacuation,

Because of you, where I once had a heart;
Now there is a stone;
And my dreams of being loved here;
Lie tattered and torn.