A poem about looking for work.

Waiting for some one to get in touch,
wanting a job so damn much.
Is there a job out there in this recession.
or will searching become an obsession?
Newspapers, websites and job agencies,
looking through all of the vacancies.
Applying for anything, everything,
waiting for news of some interviewing.

It’s getting depressing, disheartening
all the nock backs and rejecting
all this work, to no avail
no phone call, post or email.
No one out there seems to want
a jobless, motivated, legal immigrant.

New job schemes, new initiative,
but none of them helping the unemployed live.
Jobless, unpaid, maybe on the rob,
hunting for work is like a full time job.
A job with no pay, no holiday allowance.
Scared to be far away incase of the chance
the phone rings or post is delivered,
not wanting to miss an offer being heard.

One of these days a job will come,
pay off for the search, so tiresome.
A job, fulfilling and satisfying;
admin, call center or just filing.
Anything that pays a wage,
is enough in the credit crunch age.
Something that pays the way.
Something that fills the day.

The point that must be stressed,
a job is not about the money,
but the worth that life possessed.
A sense of need a worth while living,
not the money and the holidays they’re giving
feeling needed, wanted, un-void,
the joy of life when employed.

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  • 2brnt2b on Jan 27, 2009

    Times are hard for all,as a painter the winters are the worst for me,the economy doesnt help any,no one wants to spend there money just to change a color anymore.It takes alot of work out of the market,anyways appreciate your advice on the forum,anyways i can relate to your poem.

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