Looking down at my young clear skin full of energy and hope innocent not seeing any fear around a life time ahead of me then no internet or mobile phones robots and human clones!
Less complicated not the pressures vinyl records and cassettes shops closed Sundays families spoke safe for children outside being able to grow in natural stages not endless exam pages!
Today I look down at my ageing skin struggling to keep warm nobody calls or ever bothers to visit harder to pay rising bills families split lacking close support respect no longer taught!
The elderly are considered a burden in this faltering society where corruption affects everybody greed no compassion services shut for lack of funds its said on egg shells we tread!
Life may have been hard but people cared kindness and help freely shared!
The Foureyed Poet.
An elderly person reflects on the past and the present! The Foureyed Poet.