Someday when i am old and gray,
I will look back upon this dreary day.
I will tell my grandchildren of this fight
And how we made them feel our plight.
I will let them know how hard we tried,
To make a difference and save our pride.
My eyes will fill with tears of joy,
When i recall my friends of the unemployed.
Who will always be so dear to me
For without them, I could not see.
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