Someday, some of the hard-noses here will be old, sick and lame.....and will be praying one of their adult children will take them in.
And their ungrateful and unproductive spawn will ship them off to the Home and have the ObamaCare™ government give them a pill "to ease the pain".
Over The Hill To The Poor House 1. Oh how can it be they have driven Their father so helpless and old Oh God may their crimes be forgiven To perish out here in the cold Chorus: I’m old I’m helpless and feeble And the days of my youth have gone by And it’s over the hill to the poor house I must wander alone there to die 2. Long years since Mary was taken My faithful affectionate wife Since then I’ve been alone and forsaken [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/over-the-hills-to-the-poor-house-lyrics-flatt-and-scruggs.html ] The light has died out of my life Chorus: 3. I gave them the house they were born in A deed to the farm and more I gave them the place that they lived on And now I am turned from its door 4. Oh me on the doorstep up yonder I’ve set with my babe’s on my knee No father so happy or fonder