Years ago,
They used to sleep late
And dance around their kitchen.
Before arthritis and cod liver oil,
Before endless hospital appointments,
Before the cancer devoured his wife.
They had spent their life savings,
On doctors who couldn’t save her life.
Penniless, alone and vulnerable,
He could no longer look after himself.
He stopped existing in a government care home,
With nurses who never smiled
And room mates who stared at the TV,
Like flowers facing the sun.
His children didn’t visit on Sundays,
They were busy sleeping late
And dancing around their kitchens.
