Tough Times Poem by Jeanne Fiedler

Summer is over...
I was never relaxed
for summer fun...
From June through
August, stress boggled
my mind,
It was really grueling...

The job planet
is from outer space
and has really blasted
off!

I used to dream for
a job, but it has become
a total nightmare...

People want me
to volunteer...
I've done that
three-quarters of
my life...

Strength...and Inner
Peace...
I've got to get a grip...
I must stay calm
and think positively,

Hoping that the
world will change
and bring me out
of suffering -
this tragic
dilemma,
will pass...
I must remember
the nonmaterial
things that bring
me so much
satisfaction
and focus
on them
and remember
sometimes that
these are the
things that
matter...
the substance
that life is made
of...
and what will
bring me the
most happiness....