listen to my dear old Dad
\nTo his last hours on earth
\n93 years old he was
\nSince his mum gave birth
\nBlind and deaf and helpless
\nAnd in a lot of pain
\nThey promised they wouldn’t neglect him
\nNor put him through the strain<\/p>\n
He was diagnosed with a brain tumour
\nHis suffering was immense
\nHe was fine upstanding man
\nAnd a war hero with a sense
\nOf valour in his veins
\nHe had fought, for his country
\nWhen called upon to be
\nHe Gave so much of himself
\nIn the end he could not free<\/p>\n
Himself. From the awful terror
\nThe pain it was too much
\nHis daughter fought to save him
\nFor the staff seemed out of touch
\nShe recorded his sorrow
\nHeart wrenching it was too
\nAnd this was in the hospital
\nThat his nightmare came true<\/p>\n
A proud man,humiliated
\nCrushed in many ways
\nLeft to cry his heart out
\nIn those final days
\nHumbled and broken spirited
\nIn darkness all he knew
\nAnd the pain and terrible suffering
\nUntil his life was through<\/p>\n
The hospital have told his daughter
\nThey nursed him till the end
\nThey never did neglect him
\nThey acted as his friend
\nThe problem sadly that the truth
\nIs many people die
\nNeglected by a system
\nWhere so many rely<\/p>\n
They have paid their national insurance
\nAnd when they need to draw
\nNobody is there for them
\nThe deal they get is raw
\nTheir suffering is evident
\nTheir agony we hear
\nWe go to meet our maker
\nIn unbelievable fear<\/p>\n
FRANK Foster took his last steps
\nHis suffering we hear
\nWhen he was fighting for his country
\nIt was very clear
\nAlone the battle it was drawn
\nThe ravages the pain
\nThe terrible dejection
\nThe gravity the strain<\/p>\n
Listening to frank
\nWho is unaware
\nHis disenchantment
\nHis bitterness
\nThe pathos
\nIt was there
\nWe felt it
\nIt was intolerable
\nHow nursing staff can feel
\nThey are able to say neglect
\nWas never ever real<\/p>\n
The endurance that a soldier feels
\nThe sentience the soul
\nWhen ones old eyes cannot see
\nOnes body can’t control
\nThe invidious persuasion
\nThe hospital stands by
\nIt’s effectiveness and it’s courtesy
\nBut hearing Frank we sigh<\/p>\n
Collectively we feel his pain
\nHis disappointment too
\nLying feeling helpless
\nNot knowing what to do
\nSuffering so very much
\nTrying to cry out
\nHopeful for some respite
\nWhy else does one shout<\/p>\n
The National Health it let him down
\nIn his dying hours
\nClutching for assistance
\nHopeful that the powers
\nTo be would soon enable
\nA peaceful energy
\nSo he could drift off like a bird
\nOn high, painlessly<\/p>\n
But it was not to happen
\nHe could not be heard
\nDespite his cries apparently
\nNo one heard a word<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
listen to my dear old Dad To his last hours on earth 93 years old he was Since his mum gave birth Blind and deaf and helpless And in a lot of pain They promised they wouldn’t neglect him Nor … Continue reading