Pensioners Plight
Pensioners Plight
Years working outside in the rough
While it was good it was also tough
Battling the elements day after day
No work today rain will have its way
Retirement age announced I’m here
Tools down there’s nothing to fear
Fifty years the end of a bumpy ride
Intense question how now provide
Hairline receded teeth not your own
No movement without an audible moan
Ailments unexpectedly urgently appear
Acute pain discomfort sometimes a tear
Finally so dependent on a social grant
Much more needed they say they can’t
State officials take millions in cash and kind
Pensioners grant would sadly blow your mind
Learn to survive on the barest minimum a day
Who wrote the manual in this revolting way
How end this deplorable wretched fight
This travesty of justice this pensioners plight
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