Life
a changing
When
we grow old in time
When
we are drivers
Fit
as fiddle behind the wheels
Some
have to work
The
retirement plan isn't there
They
still have to earn a living
Putting
food and shelter in place
But
insurance companies
It
wants to make the aged drivers
Cursing
in their old age
No
insurance coverage or heavy penalties
When
we reach our golden age
We
are back to the looked down
The
young will think we are a nuisance
Moving
in the thriving society!
But
many forget it too
We
all will grow old in time
We
will have our turn
Feeling
the sadness in a thriving society
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