So long without a job he's been <br />And cannot make ends meet, <br />He wears an extra jumper <br />For he can't afford the heat, <br />He feels that he is useless <br />And has nothing more to give, <br />Sometimes he wants to end it all <br />And doesn't want to live. <br /> <br />For he was made redundant <br />Many desperate years ago, <br />He saw the local factories close <br />And felt the cruel winds blow, <br />His wife then left and took the kids <br />And did not keep in touch, <br />He never got the chance to say <br />He loved them all so much. <br /> <br />So now he's all alone <br />Without a penny to his name, <br />He bears the guilt and sadness <br />Yet he's not the one to blame, <br />Now he stares out of the window <br />Watching days go passing by, <br />Too strong he feels to ask for help <br />But weak enough to cry.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unemployed-6/
