An NHS spin on Shakespeare’s poem about ageing: Sonnet 73.

4 July, 2018

Mine Original
That time of year when winter air unfolds That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When grey skies, or rain, or snow, over Britain hang When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon the sick who shiver against the cold, Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined wards, where once nurses’ hearts sang. Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Healthcare sees the twilight of decay In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after glory fades the NHS, As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by the Tories stole away, Which by and by black night doth take away,
Sold off, the market steals away the rest. Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
Witness the embers of her once great fire In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire
And on the ashes of her youth we cry, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed beckons her to soon expire As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed by greed which used her to profit by. Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
I witness that, which makes my love grow strong, This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which got cashed-out for a song. To love that well which thou must leave ere long.


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