You tell me you are out of work and things not going well for you of late <br />But others have more worries than you and their worries far more great <br />Poor Mandy a single mother has buried one of her little girls Lorraine <br />But she has got on with her life and she does not complain. <br /> <br />I appreciate that your worries are very great to you <br />And that you are not what one might call one of the privileged few <br />But others have more worries they grieve a family loss <br />And they like you have little choice but bear their heavy cross <br /> <br />So many good and decent people have tragic stories to tell <br />And lady luck unkind to them and life for them is hell <br />Poor Joe the battler with three young children to cancer lost his wife <br />And though he struggles for to cope he gets on with his life <br /> <br />I know you struggle on a bit and jobs are very few <br />You've got a wife to provide for and a little girl of two <br />And when you say that times on you are hard you are only saying what's true <br />And though you have my sympathy that's of little worth to you. <br /> <br />You tell me you are out of work and that it's an uphill fight <br />But at the end of your dark tunnel there is a beam of light <br />And you will find another job though it may take some time <br />For you have a good work record and you're still in your prime.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-tell-me-12/
