Unemployed On A Rainy Day

Beggar-GoyaUnemployed On A Rainy Day

Cold winds, grey sky, harsh tears,
Sing of me,
Without work,
Without value,
Without hope,
Engorged with shame,
Eaten by the pound
In charity rooms
On cold back streets,
With a lecture on God,
For a glass of wine,
The rains fall heavy,
The benches are wet.
“Move on”, snarls the cop,
The pavement is wet,
“You can’t sleep here”,
The cardboard is wet,
“Move on”, prods the cop,
Everywhere cold,
And always the jails.

 

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6 comments on “Unemployed On A Rainy Day

  1. Christopher Black says:

    Appreciate the support 🙂

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  2. David Himbara says:

    Touching indeed!

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  3. CC Cairns says:

    Another brilliant poem, Chris. Love it!

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  4. Christopher Black says:

    Thanks Colin, 🙂

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