## A Story Of Hobo- A - Relapse 5 Poem by JOE POEWHIT

The friend was out strolling one early morning. Going by
the park, he noticed a figure sitting on a bench. It looked
like HOBO-A and to make sure, the friend strolled nearer
for a good glance. Yes, it was HOBO-A, but, upon further
recognition, it seemed like someone else.

HOBO-A was dressed in a costume, with clown makeup
on his face. Next to him was the brown bag, with the demise
of his life inside. In his hand was a SUPER HERO BUBBLE
GUN MAKER. He seemed to be shooting bubbles at early
morning flies, Nat's, ants, mosquitoes and even early
morning strollers as myself. Finding myself in an onslaught
of bubbles.

HOBO-A, it's just me your friend. What has gotten into you,
sitting on this park bench with a SUPER HERO BUBBLE
GUN MAKER? Not to mention the clown make-up and
costume, which just don't seem you. Though, I notice you
have your bottle and the world is just one laugh right now.

HOBO-A, looked at the friend and laughed. Then tried to take
on a more sober note. Well, we went to this party last
night and well, the girl, well just left me here, to sober up.
Things, I guess went down hill again and got ragged.

You know HOBO-A, the last time I saw you, you were into
the Bible. Now here again, with that devils brew making
yourself into a fool again. Let me take you over to this
mission around the corner. Get a hot meal, shower, clean
up and try and get back into the Bible. You know your
only a heart beat away from it. So, REPENT, while there is
still time. The Lord loves the one sheep that is found,
out of the other ninety nine that were not lost. Mercy and
forgiveness is of the Lord for repentant sinners

Here take my shoulder and will walk to the mission.