An Aching of Ages

An Aching of Ages

How can children in metal leg braces,
look up to adults with cut and shut faces.
What of this thing called human dignity,
we’re to busy massaging our soul or vanity. 

When we've spent half as much on their pain.
perhaps we’ll find courage and explain.
Why we think just by turning a cheque page,
and golly we’ll find ourselves young of age.

Spires built on churches so grand,
we’re all there hoping he’ll understand.
Why the children are left at the gate,
this is another time they’ll have to wait.
 
If he’s handing out a miracle cure,
then maybe he’ll fix our ? my allure.
After all he’s no scrap metal dealer,
get the children a little three wheeler.

He won’t take the steel from a child’s leg,
he’s much happier with cripples that beg.
And of coarse in the adults he’ll find,
more interesting cases of a troubled mind. 

Should he not take care of mind or face, 
well he’ll start an extraordinary race.
To the surgeon of plastic or brain,
then just watch the bank balance drain.

And the children they’ll just have to cope,
after all the adults are so full of dope @ hope.
That the MD’s of great minds and saggy jowls,
will one day find a cure for shrinking towels.

More importantly the doctors may invent,
a cure for the bank balance’s big dent.
“But of course it is money well spent”
great face and skin as tight as our tent,
that we’re in through non payment of rent.