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.
