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.