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Nov 2013
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.
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