A Generation In Frustration

They used to be a pair before one broke Always inseparable until he had a stroke Now she is solo alone in a family home And he is in care where he hasn't spoke.

Strands of her white, grey and silver hair Speak openly of a generation's age where They don't take easily to changing times And it's hard enough their age to bare.

Her children moved away long time ago She lost her mobility more is now so slow Can't make her fingers work as she'd like So technology for her is a bit of a no go.

Friends stopped calling over some time She can't get out much to wine and dine Her pension doesn't leave her much left And every bill she sees is a warning sign.

Too costly, turn that off, go without it, She's saving all the money every last bit It goes towards the costs of keeping him More important that he's kept well and fit.

Another blanket on when Winter's here Cutting corners reduces her to shed a tear Cut your cloth according to your means Budgeting hard or even necessities disappear.

Not everyone has family left to care much Not all people get support or a kind touch Not everyone has means to learn new ways What responsibility to them have we as such?

She wishes they each had a mobile phone, Then she could hear daily his deep baritone, Wishes she had a laptop or tablet to use, Someone give her lessons to feel less alone.

How much of our technology is destroyed? If it was organised can lessons be deployed? If she was of a mindset nurtured to give it a try, Can we each make a contribution to fill a void?

We shouldn't wait to only show our family, If we are a Brotherhood of Man you see, Perhaps the time is now to act yourself, And give your old tech and time for free.