'Twas Mid summer, under the scorching sun
My life a nightmare, had to keep up my run
Minutes lost were few, but lost had I all my charm
With files and folders, pain and sweat in my arm
Buildings after buildings I went in
Punishment Perhaps for my cruel sin
I found no work, no job, nothing
My medals, all hard earned ones were the only thing,
Boosting my Hope, my Confidence, my Faith
Would I ever leave my future at the mercy of fate,
No! I started my own business, stood on my own
The seeds of hard work were now sown
And harvest so rich as mind can picture
My profits made great companies to rupture
I won, I finally won, the curse
The curse of unemployment!
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