Worn Down And Out Poem by Ray Hansell

He's a hundred years old
If he's forty five
He walks down the street
Like he's half alive

He's been unlucky in love
Most of his life
Been married three times
Now with his fourth wife

He's been trying all his life
To connect the dots
In his heart he knows that he has had
More then a couple of shots

He blames no one else
Because he has failed
He believes many years ago
That his ship had long sailed

He feel the affects
Of a life that's been rough
A long time ago
He gave up on being tough

Now he'll just wait and watch
As his life just sails on
He feels in a way
That he's been a pawn

He feels he's been used
Often times played
But that's how it feels
When you fix life with a band aid

He feels really sad
For his kids and his wife
They shouldn't have suffered
Because of his life

He looks in the mirror
He sees what he knows
This life he has lived
It's the one that he chose

He's hundred years old
If he's forty five
He walks down the street
Wondering, how he ever survived


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