He is tired of the boredom of his humdrum life
And tired of being nagged at by his ageing wife
Always trying to goad him into a verbal fight
Whatever he does with her does not seem right
Tired of working hard for below average pay
Kind things of his boss he does not have to say
Five days a week he wakes before daybreak
And cycles to his workplace when few are awake
Yet people in their ways are so very strange
He lacks in the courage to bring about change
Prefer to moan to himself that the good days are gone
Living with as he now does he will go on
Tired of living in the same old way
And tired of the people he meet every day
Than instigate changes to himself he'd rather complain
So tired of life till he dies he'll remain.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
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