A Hobo's Day
Shall I compare thee to a hobo's day?
Thou art more lonely and more desperate.
Rough winds do shake your cardboard box in May,
Your condo's lease had all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eyes of people shine,
And often are their coins so worthless still;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
To give up such a precious dollar bill.
But thy eternal poverty shall fade
You’ll lose possession of your alley home;
No death shall brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
Nor will you ever once be forced to roam,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
A homeless shelter shall give life to thee.
Copyright © Christina Jewell | Year Posted 2014
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