Health Issues Poem by david lessard

I can't afford health insurance,
Thank God for Medicare -
Retired and in the poor house,
Does anyone really care?

Now they want to 'put us down, '
Like the cats and dogs we own -
That's the power of the White House,
The 'big guy' on the throne.

The sixties are the forties,
The seventies are the fifties -
The eighties are the sixties,
You see them all at Thriftee's.

Trying to save a buck,
Riding their old bike -
Trying to stay fit and trim,
Lots of them still hike.

I saw a woman, the other day,
'How old are you? I said -
A hundred and two she answered,
I about fell over dead.

She looked like she was fifty,
No wrinkles and no scars -
She looked like Meryl Streep,
You know, like those movie stars.

I asked the secret of her health,
She said she didn't have one -
What keeps you young I asked,
She said she lived for fun.

She didn't smoke,
she didn't drink -
and she was 'putting me on, '
at least, that's what I think.

The nineties are the seventies,
The one hundreds are who knows what -
I'll just hold on to what I have,
It' s not who you are, but what you've got.