Poems of the Week

Board Stiff

by Steven Urquhart Bell

“State pension age could rise to 68 sooner than planned…”
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My part of town is poor. It’s not surprising
That life expectancy’s not very high.
If pension age is set to keep on rising,
I’ll have to keep on working once I die.

I’ve always had a hankering to tread
The hallowed boards, so I would be euphoric
If someone from the Globe would boil my head,
And cast me in the graveyard scene as Yorick.