Hobo Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hobo

He who works in Hydro,
Used to be a hobo.

He told me in person,
Wants it all said, written,
I offered him good help.

"I lend you a recorder,
Supply a transcriber,
You tell the story,
Just speak, orally,
Leaving the rest to me, "
I said since I could see,
A young child growing.

Born into a big family,
Fourteen were siblings,
Found himself drinking,
Till became some Hobo,
Vagabond and homeless.

Now? Not a single shot,
Of any alcohol…

His two teeth in the front,
From the lower jaw,
Have fallen and are gone,
Giving way to define? ? ?

"I slept for three days,
Rolled inside a carpet,
Because of heavy rain,
And once was frozen,
In the icy snow, away,
All alone with myself,
Waiting for my friends."

Now, he rants, complains,
Against the government,
And the lazy people…