Midwife’s Muse

Midwife eyes see so many lives Slip through fingers despite try’s To give good care and medication Health care isn’t shared by the nation Some who have means will live long While the poor it seems are done wrong Then there’s the class that full of bloomers Doesn’t add up math for the baby boomer Generation that built and retired at home See penalties just because they own And worked to make American dream strong Don’t tax them at all leave them alone But big business like hospitals Will take their homes is so dismal We must find a better way To help our elderly with bills to pay If health care isn’t a right Like taxes take let’s give them rights When you get past a certain age No one should take your house away We pay the athletes but we can’t feed The poor or pay the teachers to teach We build new townhomes on raggedy streets If the city is strong we must meet all needs Each time a new arena is built I wonder if money was like a quilt Would it warm and stitched with care Or only if born in it will you share My muse tonight is a midwife She’s blue and sighs within her strife She knows that she will never give up Trying to solve the societal puzzle for us