The Chain

Forced into the servitude that living often brings. Looking forward only to a check and worldly things. Living day by day. He seemed to get used to the pain. A prisoner of living, he could never break the chain. School, then college, then a wife and kids thrown in the mix. Time for fun was over. Life was work. No time for kicks. Soon his marriage ended. He fell victim to the strain. Another lonely prisoner. He could never break the chain. His work soon consumed him. There was no one there to care. His hands grew weak and weary, and he lost his long black hair. Toiling to his grave, for there was nothing else to gain. He rests in peaceful slumber as he finally breaks the chain.