Riding Fences
Relationships of sorrow
weighed and measured by the pain
it really makes no sense to him
what is there one can gain.
So he keeps on walking
with his head held towards the sun
hoping there's a better way
before his ride is done.
Like the outlaw ridding fences
his hunger drives him home
but he's wanted for offenses
for refusing to be owned.
What is it with this place
and the anger people show
he's always been a stranger
he always has to go.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2006
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