The hobo
life was romantic
Until the
heart of the heartland changed…
Now when one
leaves the box car,
Only an
uncertain world remains.
The romance of the unknown,
Now keeps me
awake at night.
The world is
now unforgiving
Though shelter and food are in sight.
It’s easier
to keep moving,
While
staying close to the rails…
A lack of
kindness is evident,
When trust
in my hard work fails.
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