By Black Horse!
With an old jacket
Pale face
Dry lips
With expectations
Get a job in the city
The sun is above his head
The steps began to vibrate
Shoes wrapped in dust
Sweat flows throughout the body
Does not reduce enthusiasm
Armed with a graduate diploma
Knocking door by door
The same answer he got
Sorry! There are no vacancies
For the work you want
Try and keep trying
But the same word he got
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe the day after tomorrow
Maybe!
2019
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