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