Lost and alone
I walk down the street
Trying so hard
just to make the ends meet
No sign of employment
around here can I find
I have the strange feeling
I'm losing my mind
Friends around here
of whom I have none
I'd be oh so thankful
if there was just one
Job applications
So many I've filed
With not one reply
I feel I'm reviled
This is the cry
of a desperate man
I've done all in my power,
done all that I can
Family ignore me
from none do I hear
Maybe things will improve
by this time next year
I wish nothing more
than a cheerful hello
A cheerful good morning,
not I think you should go
Is there any respite
to my doubt and my sorrow
Who know, things could be better
by this time tomorrow
I try to keep up
a good disposition
I pray for some help
On this my last mission.
No matter what happens
I will not complain
All that I ask
Is to be happy again.

Tom September 13 2007

Tom...

Things will be ok...

Good prose- You have a reasonable knack for wordage-

"Maybe things will improve
by this time next year"

Look to the Future, remember the past and live for today :) It can't rain all the time-

Tom well written,I wish you the best

Tom,

Keep your chin up, you know you have friends here who care for you....we all feel like an island sometimes but you are not alone.

Well written. I hope things improve for you.