Moxie and Grit

Wandering, ever wandering straddling cultural divides Never homing, ever-roaming o’er fretful borders or oceans’ high tides The hands of a tailor, a mender, a fixer-upper conning the vernacular just enough for supper Wandering, ever-wandering through darkest woods a sharp eye for the worth of second-hand goods … Known to one and all, the disheveled figure makes his way with aught but moxie and grit The wandering Jew, scraggly beard, ear-locks and spit pride in his bearing ~ scraping by on faith and wit