it must not go unsaid

It must not go unsaid.    they were charming people who understood my concern to have an ill wife who needed care more than an old pension can bear was to invest with them in a scheme that out great dividends An investment where my uncle's son was the facilitator  what else could go wrong, his skeptical heart sensed a new spring and leaped in the hope of a new  dawn, free of the struggle, which bill to pay today When the time came to harvest the award, they asked for more, much more than he could offer  He shut the door, counting his losses, and sold his beloved invalid bike, he must learn to walk again His instinct was rage against the people who had cheated him, but also the rage of the dimming of light of time, of old age, but rage against himself  dreaming a dream no longer   available for old men