Dear prime minister
I like your plan of the big society
But I think it breaks down, in reality
So many volunteers around the country
Not really valued by our economy
I work for free, I'm called to that
There's no doubt at all, it's a "real job"
But without a pay cheque and tax return
My pension by your system is robbed
Hear our plight, mine and many others
We don't take from you, we only give
We ask little, just one thing only
To be able, in our old age, to live
Let us do our work, helping others
Giving our time, saving you money
We want no reward, nothing at all
Just being valued, is that really funny?
Real toads challenged us to write an open letter in poetry, this is one of several I've written today.