A Poem I Wrote At 61 Poem by Lynette Bednall

A Poem I Wrote At 61

LIFE AT SIXTY ONE
I'm feeling rather blue now that I am 61
I should have been retired if not for Gov.com
They took away my right to be a pensioner with glee
Yes they made me wait till I am 63
I'm stuck here with no job my prospects don't look bright
These thoughts pass through my mind each and every night
My family I had late when I was 44
My sister tried to warn me but her I just ignored
At 17 and 19 they drive me up the wall
The food they consume would fill a massive hall
The money they demand never seems to stop
The lifts they expect they have me on the hop
The mess they create each and every day
Drives me insane that's why I feel this way
Internet consumers downloads and their games
Friends staying over... so many names
The washing never stops... it waits there for me
Please pick me up... the floor I cannot see
I need a new phone, a hair dye and some jeans
Will it ever stop I ask myself..... teens!
The other half keeps moaning his job is just too hard
They treat him so badly why was I dealt this card
Three dogs all need feeding and they are full of fleas
Oh God can you hear me help me now please
The house is up for sale the only way is out
Back to dear old Blighty where jobs are more about
The kids don't want to go there they want to stay put here
Should I leave them all alone that is my biggest fear
If we get them a house will they fill it with friends
Run up the bills my worries never end
Will we sell the house.. will we get what we deserve
Or will some greedy person offer us a third
Never thought I'd be here in such an awful state
Things are getting worse at such a rapid rate
My husband he has told me his job is down the hole
Give it one more month now and he'll be on the dole
How much can one take in just a couple of years
The loss of my father with family feuds and tears
I send up some prayers it's the only thing to do
Oh please help me God it's all down to you
I need to have some peace and happiness within
Please send me an answer and help me begin
I want to grow old and see another day
So please help me God and send me on my way
I want a simple life no trappings or expense
Just let me see my grandkids my wants are not immense
So hear me almighty and give me a sign
I'l be forever grateful and have peace of mind

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This poem depicts the struggle of being an expat in another country
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