Unemployed
Today I am the immovable object,
A dented can of who-knows-what
Adorned with a loud sales tag
That screams, “I am less than I was.”
My worth has been discounted,
My status redefined: damaged.
My life has been provisionally shelved.
Comments
Short and spearing. Although, IMO, a person is not entirely defined by 'work', I do not make light of your poem's feelings.
<Deleted User> (9882)
Thu 21st May 2015 09:32
how about 'a dented can of who-knows-what is on the label?
Fantaz nevertheless.
Thank you.
Rose.x
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Tom Harding
Fri 28th Aug 2015 16:39
Good poem ; a mans employment should not be what defines him.