Hobo Poem by Kevin East

Hobo

Rating: 5.0


Hobo of the night
Drinking your 'Lightning White'
Avoiding park bench frostbite.
Long finished crying
-Diminished
And slowly dying
Within his shell
What special hell
- A drunken song can tell.
Look into his eyes
Take your heart out of disguise
And realise
It could be you.
Strangers
Yet we walk the same road
- We do.
Hobo plays the blues at dusk
Pouring his heart
Outside the Mart.
Self medication
Is his need to busk
Keeps him comfortably numb
Though empty as a drum.
The boozing
- Is soothing a savaged heart
As demons stand at his gate
Such a cruel lady is fate.
Go on, look into his soul
For a life that someone stole.
Society, devoid of a clue
But we all walk the same road
- We do.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mohammad Akmal Nazir 19 July 2011

It was a wonderful poem composed with great skill. Fine imagery. Conratulations! Keep it up. I rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A world of treason' on page 4. Thanks in advance. Warmest regards Akmal

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Tai Chi Italy 19 July 2011

Brilliant poem Kevin, all but for the love of god go all of us! We must bare our souls or burn to dust. Smiling at you Tai

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