Friday, November 7, 2025

Too Many People

So many people cannot find

A job, a home, a mate.

They’re stuck for ages in a bind

In hopes that if they wait


Their luck will change in some respect

And things will turn around.

Employment they would not reject 

Will finally be found.


A new apartment will appear,

One that they can afford

And maybe fate will somehow steer

A mate to be adored.


Perhaps that’s asking way too much,

But everyone can dream

And some stay upbeat, thinking such

A life they can redeem.


For those of us who’ve had some luck

And had those dreams come true,

We might remember being stuck,

Without the slightest clue.






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