Abraham John Jaggernauth
The Invisible Secret, Societies Hobo. - Poem by Abraham John Jaggernauth
The one that stands alone, stands aside
To see the others a' passing by.
To notice the glare off their stares
He sees what most would pass and sneer.
A flickering light, a chance by hope
To find that one, a chances rope.
To struggle a grip, and make a knot
A rescue line that fits the slot.
Now seeing here, the passes there
He makes for more than what he bears.
This time a' for, or maybe not
He makes his move, to stand his spot.
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