MOURNday
I mourn the fading away
Of the value of my certificate
Since it seems not
To be working for me
TWISTday,
I got entangled
In my thoughts
Of choosing
Between moving on
Or moving at a spot.
WELDnesday
I look so tired
Trying to weld
My qualification
To a considerable satisfaction
TOSSday
I toss my papers
Upfront
With the ambition
Of a better reply
Lo! No coming better.
FRYday
I look
At myself
As I get fried
By the scorching sun
Scavenging the labor market.
SATurday
On the ground,
I sit
Watching life's
Myriad of surprises
As it elopes my world.
SONday
Here's a son
Raising his head
Up to the sun
For on his face,
Lies pangs of anguish.