Hobo Eyes Poem by Linda Mary Rachel Haungs

Hobo Eyes



Looking into the horizon, winced eyes glazed with fear,
and sorrow..The hunger for life screams out..Yet, not
a soul hears..
Gathering tid bits to eat, a newspaper for cover, from
lonely cold nights, hardly replaces a blanket.
Through the Hobo eyes, I see the light, and realize,
my place in this life...My home, my bed...my loves...
These keep me safe and warm, at night....

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jimi Doyle 26 February 2007

wow...i love it it's a good thing to learn from the mistakes of others. now you never have to be a hobo! ! ! ! !

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