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Gone is my youth, gray hair in it's place.
I think about life, and the struggle to survive,
No one to help, but still I strive.
Gone are my dreams, no more hopes for me,
Stuck in a rut, blind and can't see.
A lifetime of tragedy, heartache and trouble,
I finally quit dreaming, life busted my bubble.
Who am I? I'm no one, just a man,
Nothing great for me, not one single plan.
Yea, I get depressed, I feel hurt and betrayed,
What I got out of life, Nothing, I've been played!
So what is there left? no more hopes or dreams,
Just troubled sleep, nightmares and screams.
I really did try, I even had a plan,
Now its all gone, I'm just a grumpy old man.
J.C. Caito
When I got married, I had plans for our life,
We'd conquer the world, me and my wife.
Then the kids started coming, they just wouldn't stop,
Every couple years, out another one would pop.
We then set our sites on when they all got into school,
Life played a dirty trick, we were both the fool.
My wife got real sick then, the doctors say there's no cure,
Why her God? a woman whos heart is so pure.
Now she cant work, everyday lived in pain,
I struggle to make money, with no ground gained.
Depression sets in, for both her and me,
Our dreams destroyed, a housefull to feed.
Nothing but meds, day after day,
To keep her alive, there's no other way.
I work for peanuts, or at times it seems,
Never enough money, no more dreams.
J.C.Caito
How do I explain, the turmoil in my mind,
Feelings of dispare, no peace to find.
My loneliness within, though surounded by love,
My life a cruel joke, played from heavan above.
I have dreams, or had at one time,
Of health, riches, and happiness sublime.
One by one, I watched them all pass away,
Just an empty shell, this man today.
Do I want more? OF COARSE I DO!
To ones own self, you must be true.
The things I cant do, for my family I cry,
I too have feelings, and you ask why.
If you cut me I bleed, in sadness shedding tears,
Lying awake at night, facing my fears.
A meer man, I'm no more or less,
But with visions of sadness, I must confess.
J.C. Caito