The time of weeping

My blood by Katherine

The endless sobs, the weeping with loud voice

Noone would live here by choice

The families cannot bear the mother’s pain

So they send them here the sense is plain

How do Carers paid the lowest wage

Replace the family who have disengaged?

Yet the old are selfish in their whines .

They drive away their child so many times

Love must have conditions it’s no game

Before you age remember this fact plain

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