The Vagabond Poem by Baron von Savage
The Vagabond
Whenever I felt down or afraid
They would receive me with opened arms
They would embrace me,
And they would calm me down
Sedated, with cheek on palm.
I no longer find solace in my thoughts
They speak to me in a hostile tone
They are angry and they are bitter
My mind is no longer a home.
With no place to call my own,
Like a vagabond,
Aimlessly I roam.
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