Waiting For Success Tomorrow

WAITING FOR SUCCESS TOMORROW An Elegy for the Lisless He laughs at morning time, cries after the sun sets but his life is still the same, always monotonously the same he checks his watch to see if his ship has come in if it hasn’t he drinks a beer and waits, watches some more TV Drinking beer feels good when he’s waiting for his success ship some men die waiting for their ship to come in but his ship is on the horizon, he knows it; watch out when it docks he’ll have it made and be on easy street then Working is not in his nature he’s not a slave so he schemes away from work; he is not made to labor, he was made to enjoy life; his sights are on better dreams like guys on TV on windy islands with beautiful girls cavorting around him In the meantime he’ll enjoy his beer and watching TV waiting on his couch dreaming of triumphs and the good life and how much money he’ll have tomorrow when his success ship comes in.