The Old Morose Vagabond Poem by james watkin

The Old Morose Vagabond



Did I outgrow it, the world
Or did it tire of me?
Through both a smug lonely pride
And more shamefacedly

Ponder this. Now with more twigged fuel
Tossed a lone trekker's flame:
Which unto which, sillier
And first, more daft became?

Thursday, April 15, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: cynicism,alone
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james watkin

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