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Loose Change


Empty pockets.

Dirty brown leather wallets.

Mom's tears.

My siblings' fears.

Kicked out of houses.

Trampled and tumbled over by high rolling bosses. 

What's a job? 

A job is hope.

Hope to create a life without the fear of being broke. 

What's a job?

A smile on my family's face.

Homemade dinner on a Sunday evening.

And the sun rising during my commute on an early Monday morning. 

What's a job? 

A job is carefree giggles.

Ice cream on weekends.

Lunch for a homeless man.

Maybe even a trip to Disneyland. 

What's a job?

A job is everything. 

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