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When I'm Sixty-Five - Social Insecurity
by JJ Johnsonwill there be any jobs for this old man to survive
will I be able to stand behind a cash register and thrive
will I get behind the wheel of a taxi and drive
will I be able to find a job when I’m sixty-five
will my social security check ever arrive
will there still be health care if i’m still alive
will I get all from life all I can derive
will anyone pay me for my rhymes when I’m sixty five
will I think of something underhanded to contrive
will I find a partner selling scams we conive
will I apply for jobs teenagers will deprive
will they still want me to flip burgers when I’m sixty-five
will I be living in an old abandoned dive
will there be any reason for me to strive
will I die so cold my body won’t revive
will there be an American Spring when I’m sixty-five
? 06/13/2011 Author's Note: Yesterday morning I finally found a job. After 3 1/2 months of unemployed status, with no benfits or income, I was hired for a temporary job that will last for 2 months, with no health care coverage and doesn't start for another month. President Barack Obama is NOT to blame!
jj
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Posted on 06/18/2011
Copyright © 2026 JJ Johnson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/18/11 at 03:02 PM Congrats on finding a job after so long of not...and what an adorably sad poem! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/02/11 at 05:41 PM Ah... the vagaries of the 60's and I am not talking about the decade of the 1960's. I hear the fear and uncertainty. You write with a touch of humor, but the underlying truth is nothing short of terrifying. Thanks for the sharing and for the poem. |
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