THE INDUSTRY
Be good to senior citizens!
Were we all to up and croak,
Nothing could replace us,
You’d end up sad and broke!
All that pension money
No longer in the till,
Countless pill prescriptions
The druggists needn’t fill.
Hospitals half empty,
Retirement homes shut down,
Undertakers bankrupt,
Not a bingo game in town!
Unemployment soaring,
Even doctors on EI,
Golf courses growing over,
Cruise lines high and dry.
Caring for the old folks
Is a prodigious industry,
The heart of the economy,
Salubrious it must be!
So try not to forget
We make the world go ‘round.
Give us due respect
Or we’ll go underground!
I like the sentiments expressed in your poem. When will we see you on Mayne Island again?
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