Unemployed

A Andrew Blakemore Andrew Blakemore
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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.

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