When did I sign up? (A Carers lament)
The stress the strain and endless pain
Is normal in a world where sun is rain
Where white is black
and you daren’t look back
or answer when they say “hey what’s up?”
When was it that for all this I signed up?
Don’t get me wrong I do the caring
not for money or gifts but for love and sharing,
and promises I made on that special day
but hey! When did I sign up for this?
When I say ‘this’ I mean the effects Is has
on health, both physical, mental, it’s really bad
Anxiety, depression, no support offered
not even a session without all the routine
I’ve just become a caring machine,
who’s had to adapt to a system that’s crap
and for purpose not fit
So when the hell did I sign up for this?
It would appear that I’m a ‘brave volunteer’ who deserves a medal, as I allow the council to take its foot off the pedal, rely on me to prop up the system you see
I do a sterling job and they save a few bob
but it’s all underfunded and become
a national conundrum, that no one wjants
to solve, or has the resolve to change
what we’ve got before it’s too late
So politicians get real and stop taking the piss
Or maybe I’ll throw my hand in
‘cos like I said, I didn’t sign up for this!
The Urban Poet 2019