In bed feel flustered
Cause I won’t get the job
I applied for last month,
Feeling I’ve been robbed
Of something I’d be good at it.
Writing is my passion.
Kudos to whom was chosen
I can only imagine
What qualifications they had
How more suited they could be
I applaud other writers
But when will my time be
To find an awesome job
Within my chosen field?
This year or more longer?
It’s tough not to yield
Seems like only yesterday
I walked across that stage,
Feeling like I finished a chapter
Ready to turn the page
Of the next chapter in my life.
“College is over and done,”
I thought. “Bring on those jobs
For The real world has begun.”
I did find some work
Not what I had in mind
But it pays those bills
I guess I’m doing fine.
“Be content,” my Mom says.
For I already have a job.
There are those who have none
They have reason to sob.
The only comfort I can take
Is that God has a plan
To give me something better.
It’s all in His Hands.
Would you look at that.
My frustration’s gone away.
It took only some poetry
And alone time to pray.
(Side note: Everything’s fine. I’m searching and praying. God has my back.)
DavidSpeaks 
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