A Jobless Worker Poem by U Win Kyi

My name is Bob,
I was laid-off,
by my big boss,
after his company lost,
much money nonstop.
Before that, my position was at the top.
I earned a lot.
I spent money without a second thought.
I bought things at expensive shop.
Even a high price, I could afford,
I never bargained or asked for a price chop.
Like a grass-hopper I danced roll and rock.
I was not saving like an ant whatever it got.
Like rolling stone I gathered no moss.
My bank account showed a ' nought.'.

One day a vacant position popped.
It was at a terminal bus-stop.
In the public toilets, to clean and mop.
I was asked to have or not.
I swallowed my pride and agreed with a nod.
I didn't want to see my family weep and sob.
From high to low my status dropped.
I suffered from depression on and off.
My family encouraged me that so long as I didn't rob,
so long as I didn't mob,
I was doing a honest job,
and wouldn't be frowned at by God.