You soil your pants, you can’t walk , you cry at night , you get fed, you can’t talk. Welcome to the World. You go to school, your abilities are measured by a Computer programme, your future decided by a robot, you can get stabbed on the way or drugged on the way home.
You can take the wrong career path, marry the wrong stranger, have children you don’t need or want and ruin their lives, you can be abused, split after a few years and end up paying for the mistake for many years.
You can remain single and lonely, married and lonely, have a rotten boss, the wrong job and lousy in law. You can get ill, die young. You can have regrets , have a few happy days, struggle to survive or riches that threaten. You can pay your taxes, your Accountant and Lawyer and fail at their hands. You can have a Trust but not trust the Trustees.
You can age and go into disrepair. You soil your pants, you can’t walk, you cry at night, you get fed, you can’t talk. You prepare to exit the World.
These are thoughts written through the night as I listen to my mother in law Moan and cry all night as we take our weekly turn of 4 siblings. A woman, a mother reduced by dementia to a quality of life so poor and who reduces every month those she brought into the world and the strangers they wed to dread her visit but try their best.
Custom and culture will not put her into a home and quite right that is though some cultures will lock their elders away and gather to sell the house when they go or leave others to wash the pants and feed the granny. For some the ages may have different outcomes , for some their lives so poor they don’t make old age.
The bits in between can of course be different but the ingress and egress of life at both ends the same. You soil your pants, you can’t walk, you cry at night, you get fed, you can’t talk. The helpless become the helpers and return to helpless. Are you presently a helper or a helpless ? Whatever or wherever you are on the rope , as they say in America , Have a nice day. Help the Helper, Help the Helpless.
Brilliant and well written truth it how it can hurt .
Shaneen Clarke
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Your such great writer, truth, wit, and sensitivity.
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