(A poem impressed by the sorry state of affairs in Britain)
I solely have my pension
And I’ve to reside on that
I can hardly afford to feed myself
As I’ve to feed my cat
I can’t placed on my heating
As I can’t afford the payments
So I sit at evening
In candlelight
And undergo winter chills
I used to like my ‘Bingo’
However the bus fares doubled twice
And the price of taking part in ‘Bingo’
Means I’d need to reside on rice
I’ve labored proper as much as pension age
I’ve paid all of my dues
I believed that now I’m aged
I may perhaps take a cruise
However rising costs quashed my desires
My meagre financial savings went
On dwelling very frugally
The cash now all spent
The federal government don’t perceive
How we battle to outlive
They only don’t appear to care in any respect
If we’re useless or we’re alive
I solely pray that issues will change
Why should all of us despair
In a rustic that’s wealthy in wealth
However missing have to share.
The Finish
by David Whitney Torrevieja ©2022
