The Hobo Poem by Gert Strydom

Somewhere in the city he did loose his heart,
did loose his child, his wife, his work
and tried to find salvation
in the bottom of a bottle of liquor

and at a time he was blinded
by the bright lights of the city and by the entertainment,
life did devour him along with spirits
later cannabis, LSD and heroine

and when icy in this winter
the ripe lies white like snow around him
its as if it is his last winter
that he is going to have in this old hard world
and there is blood the he coughs out
but his does still remain in wonder
over the stars that hang like magic lights above him,
and he is still amazed by the omnipotence of God.