papi
called home..
my dad is waiting to hear from two jobs..
he's been out of a job for a while and his thumb
smashed open by a factory machine
is still, not surpisingly, "bothering" him
it probably hurts like hell..
he's been really depressed about it
his lack of employment..
his comprimised ability to do anything
his age
the bills
it's wierd to see a macho (the good kind) that way
it's sad
especially if it's yr dad
so he's waiting to hear from these two jobs
some job is for a factory doing plastic molds.. what he used to do..
the other is for like.. some other manufacturing place doing stuff with phones.
my mom wants him to get the phone one.. cuz it would be
a change.
i said "yeah"
in my mind i said "i guess"
and i hoped she didn't note my depressed tone
nothing changes it seems.
no matter how hard you work.
factory A
to
factory B
to
factory C
yeah, that's some real change.
his body is old, worn sore and even disfigured and his mind is tired but still very alive with a youth i wish i still possesed.
i hate to be pessimistic about these things.
but even though i know we need the money
and need my dad to work again,
i don't want him to go back there
to get hurt
worn thin
broken in
broken down
his late fifties look a-like like his entire life..
working hard hard hard labor..
except now.. his body looks different
he's expendable..
like an old fruit thrown out after being eaten
he has nothing left to offer
never moved up
luckly we never moved down
just the same.. nothing seems to change..
phones or plastic?
after all these years?
you've got to be kidding me.
::sighs::
my dad is waiting to hear from two jobs..
he's been out of a job for a while and his thumb
smashed open by a factory machine
is still, not surpisingly, "bothering" him
it probably hurts like hell..
he's been really depressed about it
his lack of employment..
his comprimised ability to do anything
his age
the bills
it's wierd to see a macho (the good kind) that way
it's sad
especially if it's yr dad
so he's waiting to hear from these two jobs
some job is for a factory doing plastic molds.. what he used to do..
the other is for like.. some other manufacturing place doing stuff with phones.
my mom wants him to get the phone one.. cuz it would be
a change.
i said "yeah"
in my mind i said "i guess"
and i hoped she didn't note my depressed tone
nothing changes it seems.
no matter how hard you work.
factory A
to
factory B
to
factory C
yeah, that's some real change.
his body is old, worn sore and even disfigured and his mind is tired but still very alive with a youth i wish i still possesed.
i hate to be pessimistic about these things.
but even though i know we need the money
and need my dad to work again,
i don't want him to go back there
to get hurt
worn thin
broken in
broken down
his late fifties look a-like like his entire life..
working hard hard hard labor..
except now.. his body looks different
he's expendable..
like an old fruit thrown out after being eaten
he has nothing left to offer
never moved up
luckly we never moved down
just the same.. nothing seems to change..
phones or plastic?
after all these years?
you've got to be kidding me.
::sighs::