Nomadic Fool Poem by Mark Crane

Weary wonderer hobbling down life's cobbled path
Bruised and torn; ambling toward the aftermath
His once shining smile now yellowed and broken
Hopelessly lost; skin scared from life's brutal token
Inane being with olden bones withered and raw
Right down to marrows hollowed core
Finding it harder with each new dawn for something to give
Constantly cajoling his will to live
But alas! his time here is nearing its end
Not far now just round the bend...