
Ballad of a Married Man
Waking from a deep slumber, your dreams give way to the bitter harshness of reality
Another day begins to dawn leaving you to question your sanity.
You glance with an air of unease across the room at your wife
A woman so cold you blame her for the misery in your life.
You switch off the alarm to signal the start of yet another dreary day
The same old routine where no one listens to what you have to say.
You stop briefly for a moment to catch the news,
But what you hear only adds more weight to your blues.
The everyday struggle of having to make your way into town
The stress of having to meet your targets only emphasises the constant frown.
A rapidly confused mind with distant thoughts
A pay cheque at the end of the month that always leaves you a few quid short.
The ambitious person that you once were is no longer there it seems
Leaving people with the impression that you’re nothing more than a has-been.
The very thought of this turns your stomach which makes you shudder
No one can remember your name anymore; to them you’re just a number.
The dark suit is just an image you try desperately to convey
In the hope it’ll make a difference to people in what you have to say.
Young guns brush you aside in their race to the top
Their success is your failings; their gain is your loss.
Unwrapping your warm sandwiches while sitting alone in the staff canteen,
Your colleagues ask you to join them but you’re not keen.
A message comes across the intercom that you’re wanted on the phone
The wife’s decided to leave you, she’s taken the kids and she wants the marital home.
You take a few moments to ponder while you slouch back at your desk
You’re told your boss wants to see you, it’s an urgent request.
The company’s going places things have moved on
He thanks you for your services; then with a quick handshake you’re gone.
Walking the streets for hours feeling dazed and confused
You stagger all over the place, your thoughts racing from too much booze.
Even the pills you’ve been prescribed fail to dull your pain
The pressure becomes too much, so you end it all by jumping under a train.
Friends and family on hearing the news raise their glasses to wish you good health
While circling like vultures at the reading of your will, eager to slice up your wealth.
Callously they fight each other like cat and dog in the hope of getting whatever they can
Leaving you with the feeling that even in the afterlife you were never a man.