Many friends and family of mine have met with the loss of a job recently. And I have dealt with the loss of a friend. Each loss will make you mourn. But in a different way.

I dedicate this poem….to each and everyone of you, whether you have lost a job or a friend in hopes that you will find the silver lining.  A job can be replaced, a loved one can not.

Ode to Unemployment

My friend, you greeted me each morning with a latte and a copy machine,

You motivated me to punch digits into my computer screen.

And when we had breaks from the workplace drama, we laughed,

We surfed together, about coworkers; we quaffed.

 

And then one day, promotion came,

Here I sat on my stiff plastic chair frame.

Playing the same damn family cubicle game.

 

But my position upgrade you promised was still unseen.

No matter how many text messages I sent,

You were truly becoming a mentor to which I was not keen.

 

You gave me such woe, texting a reply:

“My office in ten, please stop by.”

One auspicious day, feeling just like a John Doe,

You simply said to me, “Pack your bags and go.”

 

I realized then, you were not my friend,

I was just your dividend.

Your career crutch until the bitter end.

 

How did I ever cause you that much woe?

Was I simply your financial foe or was this a matter of status quo,

Why the hell you let me go, I guess I will never know.

~by Rachel Ruff of Pinkmixer

 

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