Alone on the plateau
Alone above the town.
Sadness consumes my soul
Sitting here Watching,
Watching the people scurry by,
Scurrying from A to B,
From Here to There.

Sixty-four years upon this Earth,
Sixty-four years of Toil and Trouble,
Sixty-four years to make some Money.
But now i'm Ditched;
'Too Old' to make any Money
'Too Old' to make a Profit for the state.

So now i've been Left
Abandoned, and Left to Die.
Alone on the plateau
Alone above the town


Chris McKenna

Written the night after listening
to a radio program about self harm

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