She wastes her days away

She sinks her teeth into

her dead end job

Long since had given up

on Childhood dreams

All the things that she

could have become



Muttering to herself

Underneath her breath

She says

I hope I can make it

through winter

Winter



And she tries

To pretend

To believe

That she can



He barely gets out these days

His body ruined by a dead end job

Let go after forty years

He was replaced

When younger faster

workers came along



Now sitting in his room

With the shades pulled shut

He barely realizes that it's winter



A winner



And he tries

To pretend

To believe

That his life

Turned out good



Trying to

Pretend they took the

right road the path to

Doors shut along

And failures that

have taken too long