Grey Life

He drizzles down the sunny street,
A man who doesn't care,
Staring numbly at his feet,
Life is raining, everywhere.

His cheeks are pale and hollow,
His eyes are red and strained,
His face is creased in sorrow,
What has he ever gained?

He's got a pontless, dismal life,
And 'though he's grown and wed,
He doesn't think about his wife,
His fantasies are dead.

He heaves a sad and lonely sigh,
And trudges on his way,
He glances up towards the sky,
And all he sees is grey.