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I'm old this is how the world treats me
I've worked for more than 49 years
Some of that time for only one dollar fifteen cents an hour
Now when it come down to giving me what's mine
You fuss, you scream and holler;
What's the matter
I'm retired my house is paid off, now  I can't afford to heat it with gas
But alas all's not lost
It's been reprocessed by the local government for back taxes
You place me In a nursing home nothing wrong with me mentally or physically
You just want me out of the way it seems
Now I've saved my monies all in one bank
And all I got is one percent interest
And when I want to drive my car you say I am too old git out the way
You call me  a cab you sell my car
Now I'm too old to walk this far
You put me last when I should be first
I remember when it was you whom I co-birth
You treat me like a Hebrew slave
when in all it shouldn't be this way
So I humbly accept my dismay
Every night on my knees I pray
Help me Lord in my distress
Comfort me an grant me thy rest
I look forward to some peace on earth
But greater and granter still I await you in eternity
With you and Jesus forever free
I'm old this is how the world treats me
When I'll have no memory of how the world treated me

08/25/15
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2015
from anthology" Poetry to Bridge Generations Elderly and Youth"2015

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