it seems so hard to get ahead no heart left
endless grind to outperform
win accolades work up a storm
prove our worth, lose our mirth
what was that you said….Austerity bites?
These things shall be a loftier race
we did our homework
bought our homes
met the deadlines
paid our loans.
What was that you said- stay out the red?
it seems so hard to get ahead
just turned 50- might as well be dead
no opportunity knocking at my door
self-esteem is on the floor
We shared our worth with all who cared
We gave our best and braved the world
We talked of global dreams we shared
We worked and toiled and laboured long
We advocated for the people wronged.
We danced to Live-aid in the summer of 85
Our generation thought it was great to be alive
Light of knowledge in our eyes
But in the nation’s mind we have grown old
And our wisdom, experience and compassion is no longer Gold.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
this is for yesterday Day 25 Napowrimo. I am a little behind. The lyrics mentioned are from our BRGS School Hymn- These things shall be a loftier race, and Gold by Spandau Ballet.