Mr. Speaker, here is a poem about this government's treatment of women over 65:
Her endless round of work complete, madame was much dismayed when, on retirement, it appeared that she would not get paid. The new reform, so brightly wrapped, ignored all she had done, and though they were her rightful due, of payments there were none. “But what about my kids,” she cried. “Is no allowance made? Without them you would all be lost, and others would need aid”. The man who held the purse strings said “Have I not been quite clear? You never drew a pay cheque, so you're on your own, my dear”