It’s time to say: Don’t worry Job!: A poem 

I know I just can’t have anything 

But I can tell you: I don’t miss a thing! 

I’m not frustrated; don’t listen to me sing 

I’m not crying that I am a bird without wings 

I was never wrong in my life, all along 

I simply care not if I don’t belong 

I didn’t go to God; you may think it’s odd 

I want no reward; I am poor, but my own Lord! 

I shut all my doors; these are my chores 

If I am straitjacketed by treachery, these are my roads 

Evil is never benign; its scum I offload 

You all didn’t believe me; so, I’m hiding what I showed 

Leave me alone, to be ignored like stone! 

Job knows better – that, with nothing, he shone 

At least I’m not married to any mob 

I am happy to say: Don’t worry Job!