Off To Work
Today,
like many a day before,
I packed my lunch,
and headed out the door.
For many years,
every week the same,
in scorching heat,
and pouring rain.
Off to work,
two till eleven,
how many shifts,
there is no telling.
Payday to payday,
that's how it is,
house payment,groceries,
and doctor bills.
Then today,
I got the news,
another layoff,
what will I do.
Sell the house,
move in a tent,
my little check,
won't pay any rent.
The American dream,
where has it gone,
someone messed up,
I have no home.
Maybe one day,
my life will heal,
as so many others,
who got a bad deal.
Out on the street,
just trying to find,
any kind of job,
will do fine.
This is not about me,
but for so many this is the way it is....
I pray things will soon turn around,
and jobs will be plenty.....
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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