Golden Heart and Bad Back
Sarah Churchill moved to the city
but the country remained in her heart.
The farming life had gotten quite gritty
and she was looking for a new start.
She carried with her two bags that held
everything she owned to her name.
In this fast pace her anxiety swelled,
she held strongly to why she came.
She booked a room in a rundown hotel,
bought a local paper for the want ads.
She’d been a good student but will that sell?
She’s up against unemployed college grads.
Without commensurate experience in a resume
to dazzle those who may be offering work,
she had enough money for only a two week stay,
maybe she could be a waitress or a file clerk.
Her dreams are not big but they move her on
from interview to exasperating interview.
All of a sudden one week was already gone
and nobody had said, “We’d like to hire you”.
She set aside enough for a bus ticket home
in case her search ended in emptiness.
She went to the library, the internet to comb,
there must be someone hiring she may impress.
Morals and upbringing would not make her a target
for pimps that seek out young women alone.
Two days into week two she had yet to regret
that she was far from work and closer to home.
She stopped by a bodega for something to eat
and shared her story with a man known as Emile.
He could see that she was just about dead on her feet
so he told her she could work off her meal.
There were shelves to stock with special ethnic food,
she gladly accepted his kind offer and smiled.
When her saw her set about work with a great attitude
a new kind of offer he quickly compiled.
He told her, “The wages I can pay are fairly meager
but a smiling face would add so much to my store”.
“A lovely young lady so hopeful and eager
could take the strain off my back, it’s so sore”.
“Are you offering me a job” Sarah asked politely?
“If you are I would accept with open arms”.
Emile and Sarah now sell to the neighbors nightly
she never made the journey back to the farm.
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