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Hobos and Poets
“Hobos and Poets.” This was written in 1979. A battle against evil and help for the downtrodden. First third of poem.
So many have come and gone before
I don’t know who they were and what they dreamed to be
Some were hobos and poets, but most were real
Their lives rolled through an alley into the tragedy
Well the time has come once again
To cross the bridge to the vast unknown
And with all the will and power that I may have
It’s just a vision, I call my own
Fore tonight I’m going to change things
As only the strong can do
Fore life is so limited to waste
The way most people do
And with all the strength I have within me
My God, can you help me, just this one time
Yes, I know I’ve not been to you before
But that was when I was in my prime
Well, we fought till we had nothing
A darkened evil thought they had won the war
But instead we came back at them
And gave our pain some more
Fore when the dust had settled
The masses called us bold
Fore we left there with them standing, naked
Alone, and in the cold.