half a life

Half a life

To be fifty was a difficult time

the youthful dreams didn't materialize

the road to Rome ended

on the factory floor or no promotion

to the board of decisions, and your words

went unheard.

You look behind you the furrow you had

wanted to leave, is none existing.

A deep sigh, time to get the pick-ax and

continues to break stones, pay taxes, bills

and watch TV. About the successful, those

the few lucky once who had the right

connections, free ride on your back to

the top of the pyramid.

◄ FACEBOOK

Pascal ►

Comments

No comments posted yet.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message