I ran down the muddy track Certain that the art of losing was too easy to master But no, behind my back Ran hundreds of other people, faster, and faster they ran. not for fame because they too were running in the marathon of life's shame they too were jobless like me maybe penny-less the competition was too tough for me after all, I'm a young chap, you see Thus, I bequeathed myself to the ***** track Fell there Gave up Cause I knew, I was never the man for the job.
I've put a lot of effort into this poem, thought about every line for a while. Please support me, love my poem. I'm a newbie to poetry. I'm actually a 14 year old boy, but I wrote this poem from the perspective from a young adult unable to find a job.