Ordeal of the Unemployed
As sun begins to shine,
His eyes darken with pain,
The ground is dried, no rain.
Yet, he wobbles on line,
Good job is hard to find,
Likewise a girl like Jane.
His worries go so high,
No place to lay his claims,
Why me!?this he proclaims,
For years, this makes him cry,
No dough!,but eyes are dry,
“Oh,fate!’yet he exclaims.
This plight must come to end,
As time is not his friend.
Contest:Any poem that received Honorable mension' sponsored by Broken wings
Olusegun Arowolo :Date:8-20-15
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