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In the UK you are judged

If you do not have a mortgage,

By those who have one

It seems then we’re not good enough,

Work your life just to do this

Playing by the rules and plan,

Only for you to get older

And you really can’t understand,

When your health fails

And you’re placed into a home,

They take away your home to pay the bills,

And the free healthcare that should provide for

Through the taxes and national insurance that you paid,

Maybe that simply won’t happen

Because your kids see you’re near the grave,

So they leave you to fester and die, lonely of old age,

And then argue who gets what from the will, as a part of your estate,

And all that endeavour and praise for owning your own home

Will fade away just like you, passing by into the unknown.