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Footboard Traveller

People think I am a freak Wondering what chaos I shall wreak Seeing me they want to gag Just cos I am dressed in rag Shamelessly begging for alms Cupping my blistered palms Destitute, I have no home Throughout the day I roam Western, central and harbor line But when I board people whine I sit there staring at passing sights Sunset, sunrise and dim street lights Mountains, bridges, concrete jungles Pass by, as a prayer my lip burbles Alone I look for a place to rest and sleep Full with crowds and fests, slowly my feet creep Full of suspicion, characteristic dereliction Life has been nothing but a malediction Tirade and anger seething in every heart Almighty resides in the fancy trinket mart Going gets tough but seldom do I look askance Survival is my goal, paltry is my chance Don’t know where I started My life seems thwarted Don’t know where this would end Striving for a livelihood, I defend No I am not a propitious reveler Rather just a footboard traveler

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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