Does anyone care?
While we are all debating about the boat people, we need to look in our own backyard. When elderly people were being found dead in ther homes sometimes weeks later, I wrote this poem. I've now decided to share it with you, because I think this is going to become more prevalent unless something is done about it.
Does anyone care?
The old man sat in his old arm chair and asked himself does anyone care?
He pondered on life and all he had done and thought to himself “where did I go wrong?”
He’d fought for his country, worked hard all his life, reared a couple of kids with his dearly loved wife.
He’d not reached great heights in his job or in life, but he’d been loyal to his mates and stayed out of strife.
He’d paid his way with taxes and such and over the years he’d not asked for much.
They’d saved for a small house, a car and a tele, no credit cards then, but food in their belly.
No baby bonus to ease the expense, or paternity leave or help with the rent.
He didn’t get drunk and then sue the pub or beat up old ladies and then blame a drug.
He’d been a good bloke, but now was alone; his kids had both gone, from the coop they had flown.
He wasn’t complaining, ‘cos that’s what kids do, but a call would be nice or a visit or two.
His wife she had died while still in her prime, but he’d struggled along never owing a dime.
He’s not a great cook, but then does it matter? There’s no food in the house, just a stale cracker.
Now the money’s run out, the rates are too high, the bills they are mounting, the well has run dry.
There’s no money for food or bills or a car, and with his old legs he cannot walk far.
The pollies don’t care that an old man’s alone and living in poverty, nowhere to turn.
The pollies have meetings and surveys and forums, just send letters, submissions is always the chorus
And the old man sits in his old armchair, and slowly dies, does anyone care?
Your right Pommie--does anyone care !! ??