318 – Everyone Hears the Bell

Poem number 318
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Everyone Hears The Bell
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They give you free buses – you wish you could walk
Your tv is paid for – you wish you could talk
They pay for your heating – you’re still always cold
The pension they give you reminds you you’re old
They’re trying their best
To soften the blow
But you’re always aware
That your time will soon go
The things that they give you
Are less than you had
Old age is a bastard
And time is a cad
But no-one’s immortal
And no-one’s immune
You’re young for a moment
Then death comes too soon.

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