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Not the Time to Grow Old
My ?pensioner? flat is quite the misnomer
I'm sixty one and many years younger.
Of how rules evolved in affluent times
Hang like the memories of wedding chimes
Work and Income confirms the fools' paradise
Rent - income related makes the odd parasite
Choose bankruptcy favours as of his right
To stamp out the debt of being too bright.
But this little haven is working for me
My habits are changing as ?me? becomes ?he?
Old protector, provider now entertainer he be
Has learned the hard way what it is to be free.
With lettuce, tomatoes in our little gardens,
Sought after flowers, herbs and potatoes.
Sheep, goats and pigs come next on the list
But egg laying chooks not till bird flu I resist.
Would Housing New Zealand be full of my seasoning
The New World next door is not of this reasoning
Nor lawn mowers, care givers and social services
As all are the ?make work? that pays institutions.
To work for the income due the next generation
Hardly befits my well earned disposition.
So cunning contrives of a growing wisdom
To put paid to this age of inculcation.
?Wisdom?? you say, in the ?age of reason?
?Voltaire's Bastards? now would call this treason.
To uphold the instinct of common sense
A moral human and no structured fence?
