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.