What apprehended your trust?

What happend to your job? Did you loose all your trust? Did it suddenly come to a stop?

Why did it happen? Who's to blame? I know it's not a fair game,

but you have to leave someday. It's not a big fuss? It's a bummer,

but at least it's almost summer,

we just have to take the time to talk,

later we can go to the docs and wear our new socks

until the hawks come near, that's when it's time to repent and stike our trust once again! 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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