my father used to say
get a job.
do something, all that
schooling,
get a job.
i tell my son that too.
i tell all the sons in the world
to do that.
get a job.
something, anything.
work with your hands.
sweep a floor,
wash a car,
clerk,
dig ditches, carry bricks.
put a paint brush in your hand.
build something.
quit whining about how the world
owes you.
it doesn't.
get a job.
anything.
quit wasting your life away
at home.
you're twenty five,
you're thirty.
forty is right around the corner
and you have
nothing, still.
there's grey in your hair.
get a job.
grab a shovel
grab a broom.
Sunday, October 6, 2019
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