The tired old factory falls into disuse,
“No longer appealing”, the muttered excuse.
The factory that once employed the whole town,
Had finally closed its doors and shut down.
“What’s gonna happen?”, “What will we do?”,
“It’s really a shame but you’ll find something new”.
“It’s only a job, at the end of the day”
The accountant says as he hurries away.
Past fifty, there’s not really much going on,
No time to retrain and all hope is forlorn,
Just finish your days with your cap in your hand,
That’s simply progress, no force can withstand.
for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 4 September, 2020, excuse.