Wednesday, 3 June 2015

A Country for Hero's?

The NHS is in a mess?
Who's to blame? Guess!
Is it me? I'm an oldie,
Once called a 'Goldie Oldie',
Respect is what they got,
Not us lot.

Living too long,
that's what's wrong.
Taking up beds?
What fat heads!
If we live long,
 that can't be wrong.

We done our bit,
we're fit!
We're not ill,
bit over the hill.
Not in Hospital,

 Out in the Cold,
Because were old.
From cradle to grave,
been through a war;

Paid our dues,
Now we have Tory blues.
Rich men,
in shadow of Big Ben.

Look after their own,
put us in a home.
We pay for our keep,
whilst relatives weep.
Massive bill,
nothing left in the will.

No hospital bed,
No care!
That's what I dread.
Terminally ill?
Pay your care bill.

Hospitals for young,
we're bottom of rung.
Care on the cheap,
Cash? Toffs keep.

A country for hero's?

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