Poem Therapy.

I didn't get the job I wanted
It was perfect for my every day
Even the slightly terrible parts
Made it perfect in a real way

I didn’t get the job I wanted
I thought I had it in the bag
I thought I smashed it at the interview
Now finding jobs is a real drag

From here to there, my commute was half an hour
My mornings would be pleasant
Enough time for a shower

The industry was ideal
Rather different, it appealed
New surroundings and so much to learn
Feeling drained, not a concern

The role included duties familiar
With my enthusiasm
The outcome couldn’t be sillier

And now I need to start afresh
But not before a trip to Marrakesh.