Mr. Unemployed

His jeans have holes,
His shoes are well worn.
His head's hung low,
His spirit is torn.
His hair is greasy,
His face paints a frown.
His heart is broken,
His spirit is down.
His hands are scarred,
His eyes filled with tears,
His body displays the pain.
He's lived with for years.
His wallet is empty,
His house was foreclosed.
His dreams are demolished,
His mind consumed with woes.
His body is weary,
His faith has been shaken.
His bills are unpaid,
His job was taken.
His life has been altered,
His future he'll rewrite.
His world's a struggle,
His every day's a fight.