The Hobo
Time's moments takes it's toll
adding gravitational pull
To a body, so weighed down
His chin can touch the ground
With pain visible on his face
He lives sans his wit, and grace
A life of selfishness, his crime
now sentenced, to a duel with time
And time's blatent tenacity
plus it's control over eternity
Reminds the man how much it's cost
for him to realize what he's lost
So he wears time's final wrath
As he walks life's thorny path
All alone without a friend
He walks the path to journey's end
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