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).Back to: The Archive | The Mini-mag Page | The Bentilean Main Page