Hobo's

homeless people

HOBO’s ©

by Dorothy Sutton ©

March-2-89

 

No matter where you go you’ll meet 
there’s hobo’s living on the street,

Some just walk from day to day
because they choose to live that way,

Other’s had nothing left to give
they didn’t want that way to live,

Lost their job’s nothing left to do
cannot keep warm like me and you,

No fault of theirs lost their home
some have no shelter and die alone,

Lost everything and now they know
the streets the only place to go,

Stay out of the way of a storm
Sleep anywhere to keep warm,

Sit on benches drinking ale
some look so ill and very pale,

Clothes they have turned to rags
what they have left are in their bags,

Some walk for miles in all seasons
some live that way for their own reasons,

Nothing left of this poem I’ve told
only some poor hobo die in the cold.

Reviews

[Blissful Sin]

Its so sad yet so beautiful... very nice poem!

-Bliss

[DOROTHY]

thank you :)