Life's not much fun when you're old and alone
The heating's broke or turned off to save cash
Your kids have left and rarely even phone
You're haunted by that burglar's window smash
And grab. Christmas is coming, but no flash
Of pretty lights will be adorning your
Forgotten flat, up in the rain clouds. Splash
Some water on those plants on your tenth floor
Balcony overlooking all the poor
And lonely people. But you mustn't moan
Not even when your blood runs from the gash
Because you know that no-one cares no more
The hooded kids are hunting for old crone
To look for help in these times would be rash
Fri 26 Oct 07
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