desperation of bieng unemployed
The snow piles up outside
Like the jobs you have looked for, applied for,
since your job was taken away a year ago.
You scoop the snow and throw it as far as you can
The new white, a new start,
Starting over is like a snow storm pinning you in, a hard cold surprise
Sliding down the roads of your life and battered career like an old rear two wheel drive chevy,
Starting all over again
Waiting for the wheels to gain some ground in the deep snow.
It’s your age you say
You are left in the drift
Just too damn old to hire.
Maybe a new invention where one can live on air
Looking into your wife’s eyes
She bet on you and lost
Hide the tears, say it will all work out
Like scooping snow, a shovel of bull shit to make her feel better
To make you feel better
You hope gone, as bare as the white drifts, cold, going on as far a you can see.