Future Folds

Turn me back to an age less old,
And the responsibilities come and go like the common cold.

Everything I worked so hard to obtain,
The higher we fall from the more we stain.

Hard work doesn't pay off,
It only creates more until the day were too soft.

If it was just the bettering of oneself that's not me,
Unselfishly killing myself for survival of my family.

Content in knowing I'll never get ahead,
Reducing my dignity down to shreds.

It's becoming so clear what life has to offer,
I worry for my children will they too never see a prosper.