Worklife

Day after day same monotonous routines Work and more work is that all it means From this moment onwards until I'm old, Be walking to work, rain, snow and cold Depressed and lifeless beyond belief I'll be frail and old before I find relief Tired and bleary and eyes like lead Thinking, can it be any worse if I was dead Where there are no more worries or heartache But I have to struggle with life, for my family's sake So similar are the days, they all seem hazy Another 50 odd years left, I can see myself going crazy I want to sleep for an eternity. And wake up refreshed Ready to take on the years that are left But that dream I'll have to wait for, for when I'm in my grave Knowing my luck, it'll be my old dull life that I'll crave But where there is a will ... I'll find a way I will battle up life's hill. Day after day Like many who have come and gone before me, I will survive and succeed, just wait... you'll see