So it’s our fault again
Us Oldies,
Still living in the house
That we bought many years ago.
They say it is too big for us
At our time of life
We need to move,
Move to something smaller.
So that the youngsters can move in.
They cannot afford to buy any more
As the people with the money
Build houses out of the price range
Of most people.
They sit there
In their castles in the air,
Just fuelling their greed,
From the hard times they are creating,
For those trying to stay alive.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 27th, 2025 01:17
- Comment from author about the poem: Just saying.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Can't quite work out who is saying what to whom, when, why and to what effect, Andy....
Very true Ave.
Andy
Now then, Danjdy😅
It felt that way when I was young as well. Difference was the old folks didn't move out and we didn't move in, we had to find other ways. A good write and I hear this from many.
Thank yousoren.
Andy
Most welcome Andy
If you live in a council house, it doesn't suprise me, the UK is on its knees, I feel the pain in any case because I know how much you love your home and street. 🌹
Very true Teddy, it is not a house it is home.
Andy
A fine write and some very good points well made. Nice one.
Much appreciated Tom, thank you.
Andy
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