I’m concerned about the plight of the elderly, especially when people are stuck in residential homes. I have never been in a pleasant one, ever. If only the residents could speak up for themselves, but often they can’t. And they cost a fortune!
I keep this trolley by my chair,
It comforts me to know it’s there.
There’s a tatty bible and a pair of specs.
A Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex.
But best of all there’s my ginger wine,
Stowed in a teapot – well a secret’s fine!
When you’re stuck in a Care Home,
And you’re troubled with gout,
It’s one of life’s pleasures
To drink from a spout.