Pensioners’ Money

Money saved, loved, squirreled.
Counted, calibrated, cherished.
Reward money, immortal money, cascading money,
Buying love money, “You’re in my will,” money.
Money illusion money, delusion money
Count it again money.

Life. Is that all it is? Money?
Money: going to be your carer’s money,
“You get what you pay for money.”
“What’s yours is mine,” money.
Rich money, cemetery money.
All gone. Good-bye.

(Chris)

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One Response to Pensioners’ Money

  1. Peter Baxendale says:

    Sheer magical prescience from a brilliant wordsmith. Well done ,Chris

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