Remember the old.
Hear i sit all alone
in my room on my own
pension spent without a word
nothing bought, nothing to see
old age pensioner that’s me
——
cost of living far too high
should i eat or should i die
should i drink well may be not
if i do nothing to gain
except the worry on my brain
no need to spend you see
old age pensioner that’s me
——
pensioners life not so good
if only people understood
only humane like the rest
worked my life, done my best
Pensioner — not at rest.
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