Written by Konstantinos Konstantinidis Amphiktyon
In my garden the central flower bed an ivy with the pine lovers became partners wrapped around his sides towards the top he reached his branches and all around filled the flower bed climbs up his trunk hooked he reached high and now with pink flowers he is adorned The young like ivy in their own strength with their sciences busy others with their good in love and the old in the company of old age by all abandoned Ivy and politicians are liars the thieves lean on the voters until they get their vote and then they throw them away and they will be forgotten But who cares about the helpless and for old age? for the old man on the bench with his entire household in a cart? they have nowhere to lean extreme company has loneliness and if they cry, they will not be heard but if they were illegal immigrants it would be different The old man is weak and no one supports him money will do him little good If you are old and poor then you will… You will lie when you have nowhere to get someone to help you without support in the modern digital ocean can’t the old man swim? and our good Government his everyday life in our next life it will roll Once he too was young, strong, handsome and stubby and dear to the females even though he was not a dam ah! Those black eyes of Joanna with the blinding light like lanterns they had caught him now who knows if he lives or has passed away? The old man despised and lonely once he too was handsome, young and delicate let him be young of possession his heart was full of passion it still pulsates and vibrates with patriotism material help for him has no value he has the means to live, otherwise he leads a frugal life stuck on the computer all day and caretaker perhaps of some symbiote a good reason a friendly visit and from the granddaughter, a hearty conversation a pleasant phone call or even a message on the computer it gives him some happiness And even if he has money, the old man cannot be comfortable his powers betray him he can’t see well, he can’t hear, he hardly moves and fails even in the simplest to respond in a timely manner Of course, today’s young people don’t mean it and he thinks that he will stay young forever and yet until decay says “cumin” the first “cyclines” will send him and yet, it does not land him until he is old And the old man when he was young could not think of it old age did not concern him at all and now he is surprised when he has to sit in the “queue”. even as a human being our digital age has rejected him. to retire it until it is extinguished? Never expected such a “painful society” they closed the taverns and even the coffee shops, they became bars and canteens, an end to human communication only with the intangible mobile phone, the PC and the inanimate photo such a bleak future my friends I have never seen before all about money and material well-being Old age is NOT productive anymore and drag them to the platforms like a sack half-immersed with some benefit to the impoverished And yet, in this jungle flowers are blooming beautifully with feelings pure with gifts laden and goodies with the undivided help to the old man YOU HAVE MY WISH!!
I have nothing to offer you but my soul when the old man’s soul throbs with gratitude and he gives his wish wholeheartedly, they say that it catches and Zeus rewards each of them with some counter-gift… John and … Demetrius GRATEFUL (25/7/24) (from translation)
* Amphitryon is Major General Konstantinos Konstantinidis Writer, Member of the Society of Greek Writers
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