A Grey Morning

It's about trying to find a job- any job - in order to actually make a life for yourself, but finding that there's only hopelessness for you

Is it 10am or further in the day
Welcome to another grey monday morning
I'm getting older and it all seems the same

Between sleep and T.V screens
I've made an effort to change the outcome
A penniless nightmare wakes me from my dreams

Letter after letter sent to grey, shapeless faces
Parading my importance, with well-worn words
And weary, false expressions

I'm out of money and luck
I'm out of a job and barely surviving
Factories are shut under a setting sun
Who can afford to pay for a second chance

Wake to another day and try again
More letters created and a futile effort
More rejections and another round of pain

My friends work and raise themselves above me
I'm left with the rest of the chaff, my days are empty
I begged another boss, give me a chance

Can I have a chance, a chance to work
Can you rescue me from workless oblivion
I barely exist, I only feel hurt

I'm out of money and luck
I'm out of a job and barely surviving
Factories are shut under a setting sun
Who can afford to pay for a second chance

The End

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