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
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