Poetry: “In A Hole & On The Dole” (a work in progress)

I’m often in a hole.

I’m always on the dole.

When in desperation

I hold out a bowl.

In awe just like a foal.

Surviving is my goal.

Digging like a mole.

I feel I lost my soul.

On my life

It took a toll.

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