Life As A Hobo

Wandering day and night nowhere to pitch on

Moving and roaming about no place to lay on

My yesterday was a mess

Today was on that mess,.

The world was above me

My whole world stinks me

Tears and regrets overshadow me

Hunger of the old fall sick on me.

Insufficiency has been my symbol

Tiredness and weakness has been the symptoms,

I have been the talk and mentions of the day

I have also become the seed of Mr wrong.