Ian Keenan

Job’s Worth - Poem by Ian Keenan

She hangs her clothes,
And everyday she fills her life
With walking dogs or
The endless wash.

Retired now;
Was a nurse but wanted out
As early as.

Her partner doesn’t like his job,
Technician at some place nearby,
But feels he’s safe,
So works -
Just for his pension;

Should be free from jail in
Fifteen years or so,
Poor soul.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2015

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