Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 7: a “hardship” poem
Way back yonder in Two Thousand Nine,
a family crisis put my job on the line.
The future looked bleak, like a sun without shine.
My resume fluttered on one shaky wing,
then crashed from responses with words meant to sting.
My skills were unsuited to most everything.
Or so they all thought in denying me jobs.
My dignity rose above all of these snobs.
Just who wants to work with persnickety slobs?
Discovering new ways to best use my time,
I’m writing my poems in rhyme and non-rhyme
and acting as DJ for jazz most sublime.
I haven’t got time to be singing the blues.
I go to the beach now whenever I choose.
In afternoon sunlight, I might take a snooze.
Cash in my pocket? There’s nary a cent,
but no way I’ll wallow in discontent.
I’m living quite large in retirement.
© Susan Schoeffield
Posted to Poetic Asides on 11/7/2013 at 11:05 a.m.
