A man’s beard will turn grey
Sure he is tired
Stressed. Ignored. Overweight.
Tired and underpaid
A man’s desires change. Hesitate.
Not so much from the burdens
But from the notion he won’t be great
All lifes aspirations gone unnoticed
Another patch of grass on a grave
One day he will come to see,
what he has made is all he will be
He won’t have time to make world peace
Or even change reality
Succumbing to us, society
He too starts to dissolve into the sea
Our nondescript, bland parlor of nobody’s
Of backseat heroes and worker bees.
An opinionated zero a lurker with a wheeze
I hope this man made a family
Before he got caught up with the squeeze
Of lifes biggest hypocrisy.
To try to please