Our Shame
An elderly man, so weathered and worn..
His body is weak , his eyesight is gone..
His mortgage is paid but his taxes are due..
How will he pay , he hasn't a clue..
His stomach it growls, but the cubbard is bare..
Did he live too long, did he not pay his share..
An elderly woman, has broken a bone..
Her husband has passed and she's all alone..
With her Medicare cut , she just sits there in pain..
Feeling to be a society drain..
It's her pain and fear, so why should they care..
Did she live too long, did she not pay her share..
Copyright © Glen Schwartz | Year Posted 2017
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