I See An Open Doorway
When you ask me 'what line of work are you in now',
and i reply that i don't actually receive a wage,
I wish i could explain but i don't know how,
but I know I'm too young for retirement at my age.
i'm unfit to work, i know it doesn't show,
forgive me if i don't justify my existence,
it's a battle to stop an unhealthy feeling grow,
please don't feed an already guilty conscience.
I keep myself busy, with the down and needy,
it gives me a reason, so i do what i can,
please don't say these people aren't in difficulty,
you just devalue, everything that i am.
i feel marginalised by society now,
labelled 'good for nothing' or worse,
i don't need a job to define me anyhow,
i now consider a gift, what i considered a curse.
because i know what it is that defines me,
it's not where i exchange hard earned time for pay,
it has been a while, but i'm beginning to see,
what once was a barrier, is now an open doorway.
poem by Peter Strugnell
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