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

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