Don't Call Again for my erstwhile colleagues in social Services
Though she was old she was not frail.
She came from sturdy peasant stock
and she rose early without fail.
Awoken by the barnyard cock.
His morning greeting to the sun
Was her signal to start the day.
The household chores had to be done
and she would do them in HER way.
Although she’s slow she’s competent
to do her work at her own speed
in her own time. She is content
refusing help she does not need.
She’s stubbornly independent.
As she has every right to be,
completely self sufficient.
She runs her home efficiently.
At ninety two she’s fitter than.
Most women only half as old.
She manages because she can
and she refuses to be told.
She is too old to live alone.
Advice she will not listen to.
She’s used to being on her own.
Nobody tells her what to do
Though some do try they don’t try twice.
She tells them very forcibly
what to do with their advice.
Some times rather colourfully..
Though she is old she is not frail
she is tough as seasoned oak.
The busybodies always fail
Because she treats them as a joke.
They cannot tell her what to do,
nor have they any right to try.
She lives her life as she wants to
but when she can’t then she will die.
She tolerates no argument
from paid officials who may call.
She states that she is quite content
and has no time for them at all.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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