Idle

These poems are personal and describe my state of mind of being unemployed. This poem will be part of the collection called “Ballads of an unemployed Engineer”. Enjoy

I lay here alone desperate for work

Trying to find solace in my mailbox

As bills and junk letters fill my cage

sadness creeps into my fragile heart

All I seek is bread and a woman's warmth

Why deny me I ask God?

It’s the economy stupid whispers the silent God

fill out more applications and watch the mailbox