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Me..

If any one wants to know what happened betweened 
me and PoetrySoup...  I say Its nobody's buisness but between me and 
the companie..  The Poets here are great..  and welcome me back with open arms. 
But it seems like thier is a few of the newer poets.  Wants answers that is none of 
their buisness.. and even acussed me. of  being to forward with the Ladies.. on this 
sight..   everybody know I am a married Man..  and a third of my poems are about my 
wife..    so  this acusser...  May ask all the qestions she wants.   I am still the same Jack..
and I will refuse to change my poetry.. or comment..   because I like to be true full.. 

Your friend in Poetry.. JackReed3...
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Premium Member Jobless In America

After I lost my job 
I sat 
In my apartment 
For days
With the windows closed 
Staring at the walls 
Pretending 
I had someplace to go. 
  
I was always told 
You’re lucky 
To have a job 
But looking back 
On yesterday 
It was always 
Just another day of 
Showing more initiative 
Being more ambitious 
Trying harder. 
  
It began
When a stranger sat at my desk 
Wanted to know what my job was 
Rumors flew around our village of cubicles 
Layoffs were imminent 
Older employees shook their heads in fear 
And we began looking for jobs.

Called to a group meeting 
A heavy set man
Stood in the middle of the space
Like a circus ringleader
Announcing  
That it was our last day. 
We were crushed
The improbable had happened
Our jobs had just vanished 
Into thin air.

Leaving the office
Familiar people and places
Looked strange and cold
Crowds, hurrying to be somewhere, passed me by
And I never felt so alone.
   
The other day 
I ran into someone 
Who sat not far from me 
We never spoke that much 
She asked me how I was 
And we talked 
Both out of work   
Connecting for the first time. 
  
After we parted
I caught the reflection 
Of a stranger 
In the window of an empty store 
It was not my face,
Drawn and haggard,
But the eyes
That caught my attention
Hesitant and grey
They still held hope.
Form: Narrative

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