Empty pockets, head hung low,
Does respect just come and go?
Because today, no work I find,
Am I less human, less mankind?
No one wants to sit and wait,
To seal their unproductive fate.
Each day I search, I try again,
To rise and prove I am a man.
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The emails sent, the calls I make,
Hoping today, for goodness sake,
A job will come, a chance to prove,
My worth, my skills, my will to move.
But doors slam shut, and hopes take flight,
Rejection stings with all its might.
The pain inside, a heavy load,
Is there a way off this hard road?
This constant strive, this burning plea,
To find a purpose, just to be,
A valued member, strong and true,
A brighter future, breaking through.
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