the working class

The working class

Pursuing careers and wealth

The sweat and tears and long hours

Dreaming of the day to stand in joy

It is always a dream

Because it helps to push forward

On the time when the day is done

There will be something to hold

Calling it your own

You make it through

The long career in the years

Finally, you can call it home

But many will fall

Staring at the failed dreams

The prime time has gone

Leaving the old bodies to show

The age has taken its toll

The hard work going nowhere

Low pay low saving low life

What is there when age has called?

Talk is easy on saving

Alone you may stand a chance

Once you are a family man

The burden will be heavy

The saving will not be there

Even you try to save as much as you can

For a family man it is always a nightmare

Of daily expenses and loans repayments

So, we will find the crying for help

When age has fallen the body fails to function

We will be trapped in our daily lives