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
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2024
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