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Unemployed

I sit here wondering What to say My words exhausted Throughout the day The kids they ask me What have I done Hows my day gone Have I had fun To this my reply Its always the same Been down the dole Passed the day in vain After working All my life to date I never thought OF this my fate It makes you think What its all been for Stuck on the dole At forty four I used to see them Hanging around Layabouts,scum There's work to be found But now I find I,m in there place Being out of work Is no disgrace It hurts you when You truly know,At my time of life No one wants to know,

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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