Dead End

Dead End

June 24^th, 2009

An older poem in dedication

to the recession.

Oh how this recession has affected me.

I’m a old man living in a small town,

I have no friends nor family

Nearby to lend me any support.

I have no car on which to drive,

Nor are there any train tracks

That come through this place.

It appears I’m stranded

With nowhere to run and

Nowhere to hide.

Ever since the day I was laid off,

I’ve been struggling

To keep my head above water.

Oh how this recession has affected me.

Everyday I check the newspaper,

To find myself a job,

Everyday, it’s the same in my home town,

There are no jobs left,

There are no dreams

That I can hold onto anymore,

There is not a single soul that I can

Cuddle next to late at night.

I guess I’m stranded

On this ship at sea going nowhere,

There is no final destination,

There is no lover of mine waiting for me

To come back home.

Oh how this recession has affected me.

Oh how this depression has crippled me.

I use to believe in a world,

Where I would become successful and rich,

But now, I know that’s just a dream

And I can’t reach my potential

As long as I live here.

Oh how this recession has blinded me.