When we were young we were so sure.......We would grow up and be rich not poor...So where did we go wrong in lifes scheme.....Our being rich is still just a dream......Now i am a poor old weary on my own...In a house thats not a home....No wife no childrens laughter...No living happily ever after....With a heart thats stuggling to cope...Keeping alive this old dope... In a body full of pain...To old to proud to complain....I say complain but to whom....There is only me and the tv in the room....So i talk to the walls at least they listen to my woe...And each day poorer and older i grow.........jw