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Everywhere A Sign
by JJ JohnsonAlone without work, I have grown accustomed to feeling this way
Jobs are wishes without birthday cake, prayers with no daily bread.
So I wrote me a sign, walked to the side of the highway
I thought maybe I could wash some windows to get fed
As the eyes in every passing car looked to read what my sign said
I'm sure that each one thought I was a beggar wanting money
But their looks said none of them was expecting what they read
Will work for love was too serious, it wasn't meant to be funny
Will work for love was the one thing I thought could never be misread
A rich man shouted out the window, you might as well go work for free
His empty eyes were as blank as the life that made him dead
And when I looked in his closed windows, was then I saw his poverty
I wonder how he could drive so far being too blind to see
He road past too fast to see he drove too far down to rise above
The depth where all are left to wonder if anyone will work for love 11/30/2011 Posted on 11/30/2011
Copyright © 2025 JJ Johnson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/30/11 at 04:42 PM I think you nailed that concept pretty beautifully. Perfect ending. |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 11/30/11 at 09:18 PM Very descriptive and I loved the ending..touched me deeply JJ. I wish I knew the answer why it is those with money only see the importance of gaining more, while those that have much less are more so wishing "to work for love" as you so say. Great write! |
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