Life As A Hobo
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.