Welfare Office Visit

As I approached the downtown
welfare office for an official
form for my latest phase of
the paid up pensioners’ club
two security guards stopped
me at the glass front door.

Name, appointment time, reasons
for visit, ID, they required.
I gawped at them, no appointment,
only requesting a form. They accepted
my pensioner gold card for ID.

At the counter I received the form,
checked it, then left. It was
approved at the front door.
I walked away relieved.

Welfare offices here have
recently had threatening visits,
knives flourished, staff shot.
I know they must stay safe.

I still feel little old ladies
are unlikely to shoot welfare
staff but maybe I am wrong.

Previously posted July 2017.

Welfare Office Visit