[ORIGINAL POEM] The unemployed ✍️

The unemployed in the harbor hang in clusters

     Drink to forget the day

to avoid tomorrow.

     Somewhere they remember their childhood, the hand

that stroked their hair before they went to sleep

     the smell of freshly baked bread

as they woke up.

    The sound of a bottle of cheap whisky

hits the ground, and swiftly

    shatters the pensive reflection.