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THE BLIND HOBO ( A PANTOUM)
The Hobo walks a lonely road,
A poor soul carried by the breeze,
His memories his only load,
The only things the blind man sees,
A poor soul carried by the breeze,
His guide the ripples of a stream,
The only things the blind man sees,
Are places such as this. A dream
His guide the ripples of a stream,
The blind man walks, his prayers a song,
Are places such as this a dream?
To find a place to be. Belong.
The blind man walks, his prayers a song,
His memories his only load,
To find a place to be, belong,
The Hobo walks a lonely road !
A poor soul carried by the breeze,
His memories his only load,
The only things the blind man sees,
A poor soul carried by the breeze,
His guide the ripples of a stream,
The only things the blind man sees,
Are places such as this. A dream
His guide the ripples of a stream,
The blind man walks, his prayers a song,
Are places such as this a dream?
To find a place to be. Belong.
The blind man walks, his prayers a song,
His memories his only load,
To find a place to be, belong,
The Hobo walks a lonely road !
Published 19th Jan 2012
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