There was a lining of silver but he melted it down to sell
There was greener grass on the other side, he put up a fence
One day he picked a four leaf clover when he was in the dell
Then threw it away and complained of doing so ever since....
Always jealous if any of his neighbors did better than him
While doing absolutely nothing at all to help things fall his way
His daily demeanor was a mixture of both dour and grim
Most of his life he had been like this, now he was old and gray....
He had stepped up to the plate one time, but promptly struck out
That was years ago when he tried to go into some business
Ever since, he was full of misgiving and eaten up with doubt
Feeling he had lost his one and only chance at happiness....
The whole world was against him, at least inside his own head
And that's where it counts, where all one's dreams generate
It is a lonely world when you live with your mind filled with dread
When you decide within yourself to choose such a sordid fate....
