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The Applicant's
Applicant's
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Destiny is a walk
Which never steps backwards%
The day I became an applicant
I feared the blank holes
To insert and answer on
Ice cold I frozen hoped
To complete the form.
This is the forward1% step
My foot is in the door.
The application is
Not for the dead.
This is my hour to be
Or not to be employ.
The attendant reads my face
And smirk's another applicant
I dragged a answer smile
My cause here is..
To do the job.
The eager in my eye
Satisfies the Captain chief
He order's..
Complete the cast form
And sign the line.
Regularity and method..
Is our requirement.
In the yard you will start
There is mud to be dug up.
On mine sleeve's
I grind and bite my teeth
The job starts.
After a long while
In years to come
Now I have a coffee
In the premuim lounge
And ponder on those
Long line's in the mud
I see my line's
In the beauitful building's
I have architected for my city.
Mine wife was told
To mend a hole
Upon a rag
And little did she know
On application
Her red carpet fashion outfits
Designed with many holes
The famous would attire.
Our son looked up
And saw the rain
He applied
A fireman he became
And a hero was made.
Never sigh a maybe
On the application line
This waiting all your life
For your destiny to
Make you a somebody.
Copyright ©
Lionel Derbyshire
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