Finding Work
Looking for a job
Not someone to rob
Finding nothing really
People are so silly
I'm still quiet bold
But probably too old
They want someone young
That can be sprung
That can leap bounds
I will stand my grounds
Guess not mean't to work
Can't even be a clerk
So I'll stay at home
No longer I'll roam!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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