In 1978, I moved my ‘new’ family to British Columbia, At the same time, I transferred my Unemployment Insurance claim from Ontario to BC. It took the longest time to get it sorted out. We had to live with Mom during this period of time. When my frustrations boiled over, I wrote this poem.
You I See and Me
Until I quit my last job, I’d
Never known what others had to
Encounter when they attempted to
Make ends meet. But it does no good
Pretending that money is a
Luxury meant only for the rich.
Out in the cold, where the wet wind
Yowls and howls, are many of the
Men who’ve tried to provide the bare
Essentials of life to those who are
Near and dear to them, only to find
That they’ve been disentitled, cut off.
I have not been cut off, I hope.
Not that it hasn’t crossed my mind:
Such things have been known to happen to
Rarely can justice be done in such
A case, for someone, somewhere, who is
Not entitled to assistance,
Cancels another’s benefits to
Equalize an inequality.
Computers, on the other hand,
Occupy a place in life to
Make it better for many of the
Multitude who depend on speed
In receiving their bi-weekly cheques.
So, why must I be left in a lurch,
Standing penniless at the bank,
Ineffective in feeding my own?
Only Man can create systems
Not programmed to do a good job.
Ask me what I’d like to have: just the
Necessities to house my two
Dependents, that’s really all.
Maybe on judgment day, they must
Explain the delay; but “Not today.”