I get in my car, step out for more gas
I need to keep looking, or this day will pass
Looking for work, does have frustration
To open these doors, to gain penetration
No luck today, it must be a curse
The local job bank, they just need a nurse
They feed me a line, I get an illusion
And in the end, it adds to confusion
You'd think with these no's, my spirit will bend
But I tell you right now, I'll look to the end
They see my work, my papers unfold
I see in their eyes, they think I too old
If I was just younger, more dashing and bold
They'd line my pockets, with offers and gold
If they saw thru my wrinkles, and all these greys
That I learned from them lines, I'm smarter these days
They say at my age, I'm surely in trouble
What do they think, they just burst my bubble
And at the end of this day, I've heard enough crap
Who'd want to work, for some young foolish sap
2007-07-13
01:13:17
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