Brother Can You Spare A Dime Analysis

Brother, can you spare a dime?

The cold, winter air burst through my thin blanket as easily as one moves. The ugly fog covers everything as far as the eye can see. It chokes you and blinds you to the point of no return, but worst of all, it removes all hope from your body, almost as if it sucks the very life out. The frozen, hard concrete bites against my head and the cold gnaws away my feet. Life is at an all time low.

Tonight, I sleep in a train station, yesterday I slept in the outskirts of a wood, tomorrow who knows where I sleep. Every night when the wafting clouds come over my head in the dark sky, however, I think it as a success. As the sun sets over the buildings, I begin to reminisce, back to my life in the army and on this very night I think it would have been a better to

I was offered a job as a builder. I instantly took it because I wanted a different scenario and I felt this was the way. For the next ten years, I spent my life building a skyscraper that I was informed would be one of the tallest around. I was once again, I was respected by my fellow man and once again when someone ambled by me, they would not discard me, they would greet me and make conversation with me. For this time period I spent my life in a small but elegant house living with my wife who I met working as a nurse in World War I. As I watched the building climb higher and higher up the horizon, I began once again to picture my life in the future. This time it was different. My imagination took me along the path of wealth and I pictured big houses, fountains, servants but most of all my wife by my side. Every night we would feast on the glorious three course meals coming from inside the kitchen. At the time I did not think that I could be optimising the future but later, I found out my life would turn out much worse than I could possibly have