A day of sadness a day of upset
My son another job, he did not get
Useless I felt there was nothing I could do
Impotent in all I could say and do.
My heart wrung for this son of mine
He had been used and abused in work for sometime
Now finding it hard to get new employ
I didn’t know what else to do for my boy.
In impotency I searched the web sites once more
The lies the deceits there no jobs through their door
In anger and frustration I sat down and cried
But to help my boy, I continued, I tried.
After more searches it was the old fashioned way
A phone call to someone there’s no more to say
He managed to get a job right there and then
It was that day that I took up my trusty old pen.
My first poem left my pen at speed with no effort
It was called something like, ‘I do want to work’
I posted it out to a local magazine
They published it, my first poem was seen.
I found that it relieved some pent up stress
And it hurt no one there is no duress
So I came to poetry to learn to express
Hope and good feelings and try not to depress.
Poetry is now a part of my life
If I were a man it would be my wife
Words of love and of hope they do abound
Since this wonderful world of poetry I found.