A SCHOOL LEAVER'S ANGST.

Thirty years ago
I was frightened
That the fighting
On the islands
Would require
My involvement,

Once the insolvency
Of my eventual
Employment
Situation became
Apparent
To our generals,

As I was near due
To leave school
Without any future
To speak about,
Save wasting my
Days in bed,

And if the dead
Count mounted
Then those without
Work would
Surely be drafted,
And airlifted in,

But as it happened
It was over sharper
Than an Argie’s
Tongue and I
Found a job later
That summer.