Finally Friday came around, the day I get my pension.
I was held in suspension.
Not a penny in my pocket nor yet a cent.
Bills to pay, not Heaven-sent.
Light and heat and communication.
Lifeblood of a nation.
Food and drink are not forgotten, buy them cheap.
Cost of living, cost of loving, cost of smoking, cost of dying.
Oh well it came around again, I have money until when?
I sit at home, a broken pen, I write some words, and then, and then … …
2nd December, 2016