Old People

The months are coming
the ones
that we all dread
the brain numbing cold
that lays heavily
upon our chest
most of our fingers
curled
like birds claws
all our joints swollen
enflamed with the curse
in one way we're happy
the Pain
keeps the cold at bay
while we stare
at the pretty rocks
in our cold gas fire place
with our
thread bare blanket
wrapped
around our face
dreaming one day
we'll  save our pension
that's been cut
once again
just to see
the flames
in our cold fire place
while our belly complains
for things
we cannot pay
to starve
or to freeze
is a choice
all working class
pensioners
will Eventually
have to make
in this
Civilized Society
where the wisdom
of the old
Mean Nothing
to the young