31. Many of us do not have a pension
And suddenly we are old and each
lonely and the distance
too far to reach.
Our voices have slipped
over an empty horizon.
Our hard-earned flesh is spent
and will no longer save us.
And suddenly we are old and each
lonely and the distance
too far to reach.
Our voices have slipped
over an empty horizon.
Our hard-earned flesh is spent
and will no longer save us.