Where employment is I think I know.
It lies in uninteresting areas though.
I wouldn’t want to be working here
In fields in which I cannot grow.
My family and friends must think it queer
To resign without an offer near
And during a recession, for pete’s sake!
Darker prospects we’ve not had in years.
Some days I give my head a shake
And ask if I made some mistake.
Then I remember not to weep –
Rather, focus on the deadlines I have to make.
Regret is lovely, dark and deep,
But I have doubts across which to leap,
And applications to write before I sleep,
And applications to write before I sleep.