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About This Poem
The Old Vagabond
Old forgotten graveyard
Here rests a vagabond
His bonfires are no longer seen
His worn-out shoes walks no more
Many miles beneath the sun and starry nights has stopped
He has been granted with a place called home
Never owned a single cent
Lived from hand to mouth
Free from life..Free from commitments
A huge heart of gold he had
If he had four slices of bread
His way was three for you,one for himself
The sound of his shuffeling foot steps
Now replaced by almost whispering winds embracing the hills
Sweepes across the landscape like floating ghosts
Freedom he found..He now rest in a paradise
Away from poverty and suffering
Surrounded by golden hearts and equality for all
He no longer live from hand to mouth
His worn-out shoes still remains back at that ol`graveyard
Need them no longer
Where he now resides,he walk the floor of soft clouds and heavenly peace
The kindness shared with folks he met along that dusty highway
Finally gave him a grand place among eternal love and spiritual freedom
A.Ertsland
March 2nd 2012
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