A stepping stone job.
He crossed the big pond
in the wheel well of a Boeing 767
in search of a stepping stone job.
An accountant who lived in a country without any money.
“To move from your own country,”
his mother lamented – “why?”
Cold — damp — dark —
they sold him a portable oxygen tank and mask —
the kind his [...]
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A Stepping Stone Job
Posted in A Stepping Stone Job, Journal of Life, tagged disillusion, dreams, hope, immigrants, immigration, poetry, poets, writing on May 4, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
