The Hobo BalladHe lives with no home or money
The streets are his only friend
He lives with no possessions, no nothing
He wonders will it end.
He's always looking for someone
He forever feels alone
Not a soul present, just the sun
With only himself he continues to roam.
The hustle and bustle of the street
Danger on every corner
Never knowing what he’ll greet
Always being known as a loner
Lie, steal, rob, and cheat
It’s the only way
Getting punched, harassed, and even beat
“Get a job!” they say
As the sun set one evening
The man had had enough
His thoughts caught on leaving
His life was just too rough
His life was not worth living
His future had already been cast
He decided to leave this world
Leaving with the sound of a blast
Now the hobo, he is gone
Gone without a trace
He was over being alone
Now he's in a better place
Kole Apsley
Kole
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