Amos Christopherson

If I Get A Job - Poem by Amos Christopherson

I will even be donating blood
There and then
Time I hear the
Red Cross van is in the country

If I get a job
I will give away all I have
And start afresh
With a new life
I will never sleep if supposed am not

If I get a job
I will live to be a happy man
If it’s to sweep the whole road
I will begin from my village until I shall reach
The crazy city

If I get a job
I will not at any time think about marriage
If they employ singles only
Let come what may

If I get a job
I will never reveal the secret of my hate
And things that make me hate the world
That’s without true love
And lives on selfishness

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, December 2, 2013

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