Surviving old age on a low wage, A humble life upon life’s stage, Counting coins with weathered hands, Building dreams in shifting sands.
Each dollar stretched, each penny saved, Memories rich, though times enslaved, By rising costs and shrinking pay, Yet still, you face another day.
The world grows fast, but you slow down, Your wisdom far outshines the crown Of wealth and gold some strive to wear Your treasure’s found in love and care.
For though your pockets may be light, Your spirit stands, unbowed in flight, Surviving old age with grit and grace, Living with pride in every space.
