Living a Vagabond Life
Huddle in a corner of an opened boxcar
rolling through meadows and golden crops
In the melting gloom sits a vagabond
who's clothes are caked in congeal, odour, filth.
A wandering existence
a choice of rootless alienation
waves goodbye, goodbye to
smoldering embers of outrage.
9/24/2017
Form V - Verse Me A Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Theme - 1. Vagabond
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017
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