The Old Hobo Poem by Michael Cochrane
The Old Hobo
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He was a father, a son, a brother, an uncle a former soldier a hero in the great War the old hobo, he walked paddy's market on old Glasgow cobbles. Many years he played a harmonica, in all seasons, for pennies to survive he's gone now no tears for a forgotten man.
Michael Cochrane ©
Wednesday, June 30, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: old,brother,father,forgotten,hero,seasons,soldier,son,tears,war
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