Aggravation

Poem by Irene Smith




Wouldn't it be simpler to pay a decent pension
Instead of sending papers too numerous to mention
Information on the telly and piles behind the door
Inquire and there's no answers, it goes on forevermore
We get older by the minute -- are we jamming up the works
Waiting every April for another little perk
It never solves the problems or keeps up with inflation
Is it the intention to decimate a nation
Surely we have the right to

Be

To spend the last years with

Dignity


Copyright The Bentilean 1999
This poem appeared as part of the News n Views page in issue 2 of The Bentilean mini-mag (Feb 92).

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