An NHS spin on Shakespeare’s poem about ageing: Sonnet 73.
4 July, 2018
|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.|
Soon To Be 73 by Steve Huckle is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
Based on a work at https://glowkeeper.github.io/assets/poetry/SoonToBe73/.