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Poetry
of Poverty
By
Timmy
To
lack of money,
To
lack of food,
To
lack the ability,
To
buy the crude.
Nobody
seems to care,
They
all just pass by,
They
could care less,
Or
even wonder why.
Each
day that passes,
It
surely seems,
The
pain in my body,
Busts
at the seams.
My
body is failing,
My
heart is aflutter,
I
don't know how much longer,
I
can stand no butter.
My
family is pained,
My
back is worse,
I
have no idea,
What
comes next.
Please
understand my trials,
And
all these miles.
I
don't want your money,
I
don't want your time.
I
just want a chance,
To
get off my ass.
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Timmy
is currently in between jobs. His background is in computer science,
but much of his training even with updating is considered obsolete.
He, like many, is “too old to be relevant, too young to retire”.
He is currently seeking a customer service position with a local
grocery chain to make ends meet. As of now, he has been turned down
for each opportunity for “too many qualifications”.
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