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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