Vagrant
The trees are your shelter
under the unforgiving sky
From rain you have no shelter
Yet no-one wonders why
For every day you wander
brings you no nearer home
Vagrant and bum they call you
and you are all alone
Within the velvet darkness
The first ster pierces sky
The moon hangs like a pendant
The clouds are passing by
Tommorow you will wander
along the lonely roads
The birds will serenade you
with natures sweetest odes
This poem is about:
Our world