Ill kempt, ill fed
A man fallen by the way
There was a time he had plenty
But that time was yesterday.

The factory had long since closed
And many like he had retrained
But money, like sleep was fitful
His spirits now almost drained.

And then they said he had to pay
For the extra room in the flat
It was used for home dialysis
He couldn’t pay, that was that.

So they made him move to a tiny place
It broke his heart to ,move
He couldn’t cope, he hanged himself
A sad statistic for Ian to approve.

A letter came just yesterday
It landed with a thump on the mat
It said that he could keep the room
They’d errored, well fancy that.

©Joe Wilson – The wronged…2016