Lost My Job After 25 Years Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

MY KIDS ARE PLAYING IN THE YARD
WHILE MY WIFE IS COOKING
AND FOR ME MY LIFE GOT HARD
YOU SEE 25 YEARS AT THE PLANT
NEVER MISSING A DAY
I WAS A FOREMEN
WATCHING THE FRONT LINE,
TO THE LINE GOT SMALLER
AND MY HOURS GOT LESS
LEAVING MY LIFE A MESS,
YOU SEE THE BILLS
KEPT GETTING HIGHER
AND THE BANK MAN KEPT CALLING
ALONG WITH THE OTHER
BILLS COLLECTORS CALLS
CAUSE I COULDN'T MEET THERE COST
CAUSE I GOT NO JOB
FEELING LIKE I GOT ROB
CAUSE NO ONE IS CALLING
NO MATTER HOW MANY
APPLICATIONS I DO,
NOW MY WIFE AND ME FIGHT
ALMOST EVERY NIGHT
WITH NO ENDING IN SIGHT,
STILL NOT GOOD FOR THE KIDS
WHO HIDE UNDER THE BED
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT,
NOW I GO FOR A RIDE
LIGHTING A SMOKE
WITH A BOTTLE AT MY SIDE
SIPPING WHILE I'M DRIVING
TO EASE THE PAIN
WHEN I TOOK THIS TURN TO FAST
AND THE REST I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN,