Calm and collected no hysterics or tears
but I haven’t felt this bad in years.
Not a physical pain of tooth or a limb
but a deep morbid aching, way down within.
Feel like I’ve been attacked, looted and plundered
in stunned amazement I sat here and wondered.
Can’t seem to succeed at the jobs that I’ve worked
everywhere that I go my chain’s getting jerked.
By all kinds of people, the young and the old
and it’s all my fault, or so I am told.
Sixteen hours a day sometimes I have labored
in pursuit of success I dare not have wavered.
But the world keeps on gaining, its way out ahead
farther and faster from my reach it has sped.
Nothing’s deserved it all must be bought
with the sweat of the brow and quickness of thought.
I’m slowing down now, just can’t keep up
but no one will stop and put a coin in my cup.
Not qualified yet, haven’t accomplished enough
no rest for the weary I must get back up.
But it just gives them a target to knock down again
spit in my eye then wipe off their chin.
I still have some pride and would like some respect
but in this day and age I know what to expect.
Laugh in my face as my pockets get picked,
too late to discover;
again I’ve been tricked.