I've been trying for about a month now
No one seems to want me somehow
Thirteen years of school for nothing?
I'd rather have a job or something
I am becoming dispaired, upset, dis-repaired
Nobody wants to bring me in to a breathe of fresh air
I have applied at what seems like a thousand locations
They all tell me they've got nothing, to go on vacation
I need to be hired to make some cash flow
It would be nice to have a job so my pockets could grow
I'm starting to feel a little bit down
Staring at my shoes and looking for a sound
I find no positive answers, no one hires me
I have a high school diploma, was that a waste of a tree?
I have plenty of spare time to write my poetry
And let other people know about my life, they know it's me
I'm eager to start, I am eager to work, but I have encountered nothing but jerks.
Emotional, truthful and dignified. Don't get despair. Sure, when winter is here, can Spring be far behind?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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