ILF

A PA to help bathe

To toilet and dress;

But there’s more to living

Than just personal care.

Through access to work

I hold down a job;

Earn some corn

And, pay my way.

Thus social care

Maintains the body;

While access to work

Supports me in my job.

But what of life itself;

Of social interaction?

Without support,

How do I exercise my soul?

ILF bridges

The empty shadowland

Of social exclusion

And, the sunshine of independence.

So, give me bread

To feed my body;

But allow me roses

To satisfy my soul.