To lose his job is a man's worst fear The worry is so hard to bear On the dole and in despair Unhappy and sad. Who will care? Not the clerks who say "Sign here" Without lifting their heads to see the tear Falling from eyes dull with pain. Will he ever find a job again? So deep in debt. No way to turn They offer a course so he can learn New skills but he knows he hasn't a chance His age is against him they see at a glance. What can he do to get out of this mess? Work on the side and put up with the stress Of being caught out and bringing shame To his family and their good name. He hates being idle with long days ahead. Sometimes not wanting to get out of bed. He shuffles along with his chin on his chest. Knowing he is just one of the rest Of unemployed with no future in sight. So down he can't even bother to fight. Wo hell with it, he has a pound in his pocket. So he goes and buys a lottery ticket.
Reason for writing:
Ageism.
Birth sign: Pisces
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