Joy in Joblessness

He was feeling mighty glum
when he shuffled through the door,
for his job and his income
were now vanished and no more.

Shedding tears, he told his wife
how the boss had called him in,
so, henceforth, their fiscal life
would be looking super thin.

But she cheered him with a kiss
and reminded him that they
had survived things just like this.
then she told him of her day.

She had made another sale
and was well above the norm,
so her boss had raised her scale.
God would help them through this storm.

She reminded him, their kids
were both healthy and well fit,
that they now had three grandkids
and the family was close knit.

In the weeks which then ensued,
up until he got rehired,
joyous hours with them accrued:
the great times he had desired.

In the years that he had left,
he quite often would recite
that those weeks of joblessness
were the best times of his life.



Copyright ©2018, Paul H. Harder II
This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.