Gone Evermore
It's been over thirty seven years,
I can't wait to get out of here,
I can't stand this place,
You can see it on my face.
Year after year the same BS,
It will never change I guess,
They look right thru me every day,
All they see is my hair is gray.
Looking forward to the day I will retire,
I hope I will before I expire,
To enjoy a little time for me,
Body, spirit and mind free.
I have done my duty,
I deserve to be free,
I would if I could,
Disappear to a calm in the wood.
Waiting, keeping a low profile,
My face is painted with a smile,
One day I'll walk out that door,
Gone from this place evermore.
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