The rain slips me away
Into another day.
Another day waiting,
Another day pining.
Not for a man,
But that my skills
May be in demand.
Not for a man,
But that the government
May give me a hand.
Not for a man,
But that my university
May decide that I live in their land.
Another day waiting.
Another day playing.
Giving my child the endless summer
She never had.
Brigid Faye, Reader 
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