These are worrisome times
It’s this generation’s version]’
Oh brother can you spare a dime,
It’s not a recession.
If you are laid off,
It’s a personal depression.
You feel trapped in the quicksand,
Of living day to day.
Addicted to the plastic card,
Chasing the Jones’s is hard.
Life for today,
Worry about tomorrow.
As you stand for hours,
In the unemployment line,
Yes these are worrisome times.
But the time will come,
And it will all pass.
Well leave it all behind,
And soon we will soon forget about,
These worrisome times.
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