Poem: It Was Meant To Be?
It was Meant to Be?
A bastion of safety?
This Land of Old
It was meant to Bring?
Bring what? Peace Within?!
This Land of Old
Then why does it feel
More like mould on cheese?
More chaos than ease?
This Land of Old?
So this is part of the journey?
More and more on the gurney?
In this
Land. Of. Old.
Abandoned by ‘Government’
More like marked as Irrelevant
More Children
Trying to get a hold.
With each step they slip,
With each grip they snip
The rope a little bit.
In. This.
Land. Of. Old.
