I see them at the library.
Faces burried deep into
newspapers, the classified
section.
With nowhere to go, time
ticking slow, all other things
are void.
I see grim faces on these men.
Disappointment.
Lost hope.
Forgotten dreams.
They remember union work
with membership with the
United Auto Workers, high tech
jobs, and back breaking overtime.
What are they finding in newspaper's
words besides high unemployment
rates?
I become one with them. I feel their
frustrations.
Do they still love America?
As their eyes peer over the local paper's
blues, who's going to bring them good
news?
© Christopher D. Sims
September 22nd, 2011
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