The old are now the lepers that we need
To show us how superior we feel.
Washed by carers who can never care.
No respect for boundaries when they’re bare
The doctor does not want to get involved
Their latest symptoms never are resolved
Thet look as if they’re dead before they die
And worst of all they’re not allowed to cry.
Too old fly to anger or to rage
Their now life seems too short for a new page
How my heart sings 