Every Day

Dad's on the computer 

Filling out another application

He's trying to find

Another occupation.

He's been doing this every day.

Wake up. Coffee. Check emails.Search. 

And every day when he checks,

I feel my stomach lurch.

More "no"s from all over the country.

Why don't they just take me outside and punch me?

But I find that when he checks every day

I feel myself start to pray.

Maybe today is the day

That something new will come our way.

But then the sun rises,

and it's just another day.

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