Unemployed Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
Unemployed
So long without a job he's been
And cannot make ends meet,
He wears an extra jumper
For he can't afford the heat,
He feels that he is useless
And has nothing more to give,
Sometimes he wants to end it all
And doesn't want to live.
For he was made redundant
Many desperate years ago,
He saw the local factories close
And felt the cruel winds blow,
His wife then left and took the kids
And did not keep in touch,
He never got the chance to say
He loved them all so much.
So now he's all alone
Without a penny to his name,
He bears the guilt and sadness
Yet he's not the one to blame,
Now he stares out of the window
Watching days go passing by,
Too strong he feels to ask for help
But weak enough to cry.
Andrew, you portray so well the frustration of the unemployed youth evoking imaginative sympathy in the hearrts of the readers. Your poetry is awesome, one wants more and more of it. CP
Well-told tale, I wanted to keep reading (but I was fearing an unhappy ending, so maybe it's better as is?) -chuck
Such poignant writing Andrew. This poem led me on a journey of possible hope for an unfortunate soul who had become a victim of circumstances. I hope there is a sequel to quench my thirst for more. The more you write, the more I like it. Excellent as usual. 10 love Karin
A Charlie Chaplin you have depicted at last it seems! Nice depiction!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 1:08:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
poignant write...your eloquent narration induces instant sympathy over each succeeding line...thanks...10