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An empty cupboard stared at him – no packets there or tins,
Brown masking tape sealed window cracks to keep the heat within.
Tomorrows breakfast almost gone, still worms of hunger stirred
and from the applications lodged not one voice had he heard.
He sat there searching pages for a job to ease his plight,
where his qualifications were enough, not too high – but just right.
Who ever thought you could be thought too smart to push a broom?
He’d willingly do anything to escape from this room.
His bank balance was at low tide – his sense of pride was too.
The first time he’d ever felt this way in all his years. It’s true.
But now alone and lonely, with his family far away -
it seemed at last the piper’s tune he was obliged to pay.
He could take pride in both his hands and go back to the farm.
No doubt she’d welcome him back home into her open arms.
There’s no place in this world for pride –if it seems you are wrong.
All children learn from their mistakes – but Mother love is strong.
see some scribbles here - http://scribblybarkpoetry.blogspot.com.au/