young bachelor

Walked a young man
With the worn jacket on his back
Interrupted lips look dry
Tucked into a wild grass

Obviously looking at clouds
Glum faces increasingly visible
With unsteady steps undirected
Sweat mixed with dirt streets


You baccalaureate
Restless search for work
relying certificate

Four years
Wrestle with the book
 for guarantee future

Step your feet stopped
Front page of a service

embarrassed flagging you go
Expected from the office door
She could hear the word no vacancies
For the coveted job

No matter try again
But you get the same word
Obviously looking at clouds
Glum faces increasingly visible

You baccalaureate
Fret not be able to work
Useless ur certificate

Four years
Wrestle with the book
All in vain

Half her utter despair ... sorry mom ...