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Old Sid at Risk

By Mark Quinn

The Mancunian Poet

Old Sid at Risk
By Mark Quinn

The Winter sets in, the air filled with cold, nobody visits, nobody’s told.

The snow on the ground, the frost in the air, nobody bothered, no-one to care.

Politicians enjoy the frost, all at the expense of the pensioner’s cost.

They sit in the warmth enjoying the freeze, with the energy companies they so love to please.

One-bar heater, that’s all they have, it’s far too cold to even have a bath.

His fingers hurt as the cold sets in, it’s as if getting old is just a sin.

It will soon be Spring, the politicians tell Sid, they’ve just hammered another nail in his coffin lid.


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