[center]I am Jobless[/center][s][/s]

Somehow, I’m use to the way,
shame opens up n swallow me
each time I go out to look for a job.
Or the noise and chanting emanating
From the soul of my shoe each time
I run for a bus……,

It has gotten to that level

And now, each night I count
the number of people passing our street,
And each night I get the same number.
And when it rains, I count their footprints,

And then last night, I tiptoed to my beloved apartment
and heard her talking to someone.
Who could be this beast that threatened my happiness
I wondered in tears,
And when I opened the door there was no one ……….
Only my love on her knees ,
praying to God, to get me a job.

Keep your head up, pal, you'll get a job. Was there myself. And don't worry about love - it always manages to find its way back home.

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