Outcasts Poem by Phil Soar

Outcasts



Cast aside like well worn clothes
Outcasts on an old dirt road
Tramps with nowhere else to go
Gypsies traveling to and fro
Poles apart, but left alone
Finding somewhere to call home
Adrift in a place that lacks support
For them, some peace is there last resort

Thursday, July 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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