Four Old Men, Early Morning Departure, &, Payday by Stuart Nichols

Four Old Men, Early Morning Departure, &, Payday by Stuart Nichols

Four Old Men

Four old men were working in an office

Still doing the same job five decades on

Working with numbers, profits and losses

But the conclusion is still one foregone


Four men still talk of plans they had coming

As the computers and desks grow dusty

The business continues to keep running

Riding on skills slowly getting rusty


Four men still greet each other come morning

Any hopes, ambitions have all decayed

Where once run is now reduced to crawling

So may as well keep going ‘til they fade


Four old men working for a goal long gone

As the rest of the world keeps moving on


Early Morning Departure

Woke up at 4am but she did not

Got clothes and shoes on just like it was planned

A kiss on the cheek. A squeeze of her hand

For I will be missing her a whole lot

Sitting in a dark room on a suitcase

An airline ticket in hand, held tightly

Phone rings. Head outside and into taxi

As I’m driven away leaving no trace

As I journey I think of her, so fair

No doubt she is still sleeping peacefully

What will she do this weekend without me?

What will she do when she finds I’m not there?


But no matter the distance love won’t wane

And I know we will be together again



My bank account has swelled greatly today

Just in time: I was through with being broke

But the drought is over; I have my pay

And with it my freedom I shall evoke

With this cash, I’ll get myself out of debt

I’ll go on ebay and a spending spree

I’ll buy tickets for a trip on a jet

For I finally have time to spend on me

I can meet my friends for drinks at the bar

I can purchase food for another week

I can now put petrol into my car

I can indulge in a life lot less bleak


The day ends: Goodbye to being wealthy

Hello to thirteen days of misery

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Executive Producers

Sue White

Daniel Henson

Sarah Hunt

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