Don’t sell your house we said, you scorned <br />advice and went ahead – and despite our <br />fervent counseling still fell afoul of vice of <br />renting from the asset sale until all funds had <br />run away; bankruptcy now means you have <br />no options left <br /> <br />A medical fund is vital we advised, but you <br />declined the wisdom there enshrined, preferred <br />to trust in God; you suffer pain and yet refuse <br />to seek the aid the government provides, when <br />you relented finally you find an eight month <br />queue awaiting you <br /> <br />How will you deal with pain? Your daughter <br />seeks to raise the cash for private care – her <br />husband works belatedly to make ends meet; <br />can’t you see your risky life boasts only of your <br />carelessness, does not impress when others have <br />to bear your dilettante encumbrance <br /> <br />What should I say – that you refused to ready for <br />old age? Indeed, I do regret your choices failed <br />and boomeranged on you, the pity is your lacking <br />ears to hear advice you never listened to, and <br />won’t so it will make no difference anyway…<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conversations-with-mother-revised/
