Feeling like a knob,
Whilst looking for a job,
Losing my self esteem,
Not being part of a team,
Just wanting to stay in bed,
And rest my weary head,
Looking at the mounting bills,
Contemplating taking excessive pills,
With little to no support,
I wonder; should I find a good rort?
Even though I’ve been knocked from my perch,
Every day I still search and search,
Sending my resume through the net,
A response I never seem to get,
I’d know my best sell was done,
If I could just ring and talk to someone,
Study doesn’t seem to pay,
Over qualified some do say,
My previous field I can no longer go,
Where to go I just don’t know?
The day to hand in my form comes along,
And I can’t help thinking I just don’t belong,
Could I really be like these people I see,
They seem oh so different to me,
How have I become this low?
When I’d just like the chance to grow,
Yet every day the sun still does shine,
‘Cause I know one day a job will be mine!
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I would like to translate this poem
dear moon...its the same way m feeling it now...you have penned it exactly wat m feeling now...m tired of searching jobs...nice poem...keep it up