Poem, On Shopping Today

I think this poem speaks for itself.  I used to say my hobby was shopping.  It may have cost money, as many hobbies do, but it made me relax and gave me pleasure.   Isn’t that the definition of a hobby?

With the outsourcing that is going on today, I no longer enjoy shopping.  Even browsing to look often makes me depressed.

On Shopping Today

Shopping the malls used to give so much pleasure.

I would shop for hours no matter the weather.

I would walk in the doors all my tensions would ease.

No other occupation to me better please.

Not true today for me I fear

Now to me shopping brings a tear.

Shopping the malls, searching racks, looking for treasure.

To find a bargain, what’s that?  What is your measure?

Products today, your choice,  Mexican or Chinese.

Which will you choose, take your pick, half off, if you please?

Greedy Corporations don’t care.

Profits for them.  Cost ours to bear.

So next time you shop, stop, take a look to be sure

That you check your labels and tags at your leisure.

I don’t mean to scare you, nor comment to displease.

I say this so jobs will not be shipped overseas.

Money is why jobs left our shores.

Only not buying will ensure,

Our products manufacturing we recapture.

Buy products made by us, ones we manufacture.

Price of goods, you fear, you dare say, they may increase.

That is hype, ignorance and infectious disease.

–                                – June Nash