A Short Report - Poem by Gillian Commerford
It was a short report
on the third page
somewhere near the bottom
an elderly woman
or at least none nearby
or at least none that cared.
She had some money
how much they didn't say.
She walked down the high street
giving it away.
The social services got involved
put her in a home
doped her with pills
found someone to manage her money.
She can live on it for years and years.
But if the money's hers
why shouldn't she give it away
does giving have to mean
you're either senile or insane?
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