An Honest Bob


I would love to write some poetry that perhaps could earn myself a few bob

 Have got this  feeling    I have become one of the forgotten few- over 55 and lost my job


Understand I didn’t lose it down the back of the settee, nor did I leave it on the bus

I was made redundant by them in charge just asked to leave and make no fuss


 I am now in this unfamiliar place where there are words like attachment’s and CVS

The job I had was a manual one so what the heck would I know about either of these!


This is my own drawn conclusion no one else’s it’s just what I myself think

This  job market is now so alien to me, it  makes my ageing heart sink


I tried ones named “group interview” and for this type ODD is exactly the right word

     They made me feel like I was a small child again- I should be seen but never heard


   I was put up against interesting people (one had dived with sharks another was a black belt in karate)

I ask you what chance did I stand ……..

I go camping once a year and I’m home and in bed by 10 from an all-night party!


 Applying for jobs was crazy every different position meant I had to write yet another CV

 With each one I wrote a new person emerged was I becoming Mr Ben?  I certainly wasn’t me



If you read this please don’t dislike me as I understand trolls are no longer something nice to collect

I am just trying my hand at something new as my redundancy money is dwindling and I don’t want to get into debt!


 My own interpretation on these words:

Bob = (Some Money)

  Mr Ben = (Mr Ben was a character on children’s TV.  He went into a lift and came out wearing different clothes and was in new surroundings)

Trolls = Rather ugly looking dolls that as a child I used to collect.