A Chuck Weiskircher Poem © 12/15/2014
Millions of Americans are out of work
Around the Employment office they lurk.
Looking through the wanted adds
Some are moms and most are dads.
Good jobs are very hard to find
Looking for work is a hard grind
Getting an interview is a first step
It takes much planning and prep.
You do your best to really shine
You even think “this job is mine”
Then you get the dreaded call
They don’t want you, not at all.
Back to the papers or web sites
You look for jobs day and nights.
Soon you would do nearly anything
Just to hear your phone ring.
Another interview is finally offered
You put on a show like Joan Crawford
Your heart beats faster when the phone rings
With a job offer your heart does sing.
Your first day you dress your best
You head to work feeling blessed.
It may not be your dream job
Somehow for it you beat the mob.
Days then weeks then years go by
Time sure does seem to fly
Before you know it you can retire
Putting your feet up by the fire.
Looking back you wonder how
You did earn your daily chow.
Every day you made your choice
So now your retired and can rejoice.