No roof over his head <br />no regular bed, <br />roughed it so long <br />he's lost his looks, <br />doesn't care anymore <br />about who is or isn't on TV. <br /> <br />She used to dance, <br />a disco queen <br />dressed to the nines, <br />now the clothes she wears <br />barely hang on <br />and she's no-one left <br />to telephone. <br /> <br />They're running out of time, <br />may even have lost <br />their taste for fine wines <br />but would still love a treat, <br />a square meal or two <br />but more than that <br />a square deal will do - <br /> <br />they're willing and able <br />they just need to be allowed <br />to climb back on board.<br /><br />Geoffrey Winch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/job-seekers-allowance/
