Hobo Poem by David McLansky

Hobo



I accept now fully
My neglect,
I, a fallen
Derelict;
Amazed I watch
The frenzied step,
The little souls
Of grim aspect;
They seem so busy
In their prime,
So desperate racing
Light & Time,
Their meager souls
So prone to crime,
How tight their fists,
How stiff their spine.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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