ANDREW BLAKEMORE - Unemployed

So long without a job he's been
And cannot make ends meet,
He wears an extra jumper
For he can't afford the heat,
He feels that he is useless
And has nothing more to give,
Sometimes he wants to end it all
And doesn't want to live.

For he was made redundant
Many desperate years ago,
He saw the local factories close
And felt the cruel winds blow,
His wife then left and took the kids
And did not keep in touch,
He never got the chance to say
He loved them all so much.

So now he's all alone
Without a penny to his name,
He bears the guilt and sadness
Yet he's not the one to blame,
Now he stares out of the window
Watching days go passing by,
Too strong he feels to ask for help
But weak enough to cry.

ANDREW BLAKEMORE

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