Oh Mr Corbyn Please

Oh Mr Corbyn please When I was young, life was fun, My job was to take a role, In helping elderly, in various places, Some posh establishments, airs and graces, But then there were those council homes, Cabbage urea nightmares, folk sat alone, Few staff behind wall, Funded governments rise and fall, A mortuary of those still living, Whilst my mums private nursing place, Had her running, finding space, To help another old smiling face, As she took profit to the ballet, Or coach trips to Hayling seafront, Folk there still died, it cannot be denied, But they did so smiling, still with pride, So Mr Corbyn please, do not be a politician, Trying to use old people's lives for populist decisions, State funded homes never ever worked, It's not the solution, just a socialist delusion, And at the end it should be the elderly that matter! @Andrew Carnegie, Horrified in Wiltshire, 14th Jan 2017.