The Hobo

Time's moments takes it's toll adding gravitational pull To a body, so weighed down His chin can touch the ground With pain visible on his face He lives sans his wit, and grace A life of selfishness, his crime now sentenced, to a duel with time And time's blatent tenacity plus it's control over eternity Reminds the man how much it's cost for him to realize what he's lost So he wears time's final wrath As he walks life's thorny path All alone without a friend He walks the path to journey's end