It used to be
that you and me
could be together,
but the cold wind
is blowing in
this wicked weather
and forever
has changed to
never ever.

I used to see
dreams swirling free
and on those days
those glowing bays
glimmered as they
flowed away,
shimmering
above swimming
folks at play,
that were bathed
in bent rays
of happiness.

Now, I know
that hope
does not exist.

I try to smile freely
give my all gratefully
not expecting
much of anything
and nothing
much is returned to me.

Yesterday,
was not great
and tomorrow
is no gravy train.

The future
comes in too cold,
and I am a tired old man
biding my timecont.
till I am dying
on the company dime.