ONLY A HOBO

Only A Hobo

Starting the day with a leisurely walk,
Thinking I’d come to your place to talk.

I took the shortcut, you know where I mean,
That rubbish filled alley, where homeless are seen.

Right on the corner was the very same one
Seems he’s always there, drinking his rum.

This morning, he spoke to me for the first time,
Said “come and sit by me, It won’t be a crime”.

He started out quickly this story he told,
"Last night seemed so cold made me realize I’m old.

I see you pass often and think you’re the one,
Please listen young man I wasn’t always a bum.

I had lots of money before hitting the road,
With a business so great, my fortune growed.

Then came the day, I lost whom I loved
And into this life felt myself shoved.

I should have went back, 'cause I left a small boy,
Brown is the last name; first name is Roy

I sold all my holdings, left a fortune behind",
Speaking more slowly now - the words to find

He beckoned me closer, his last words to say,
Told where he lived and could I find a way?

I noticed it then, a gold watch in his hand,
And on his finger he wore a gold band,

I promised I would and heard the watch chime
As he closed his eyes, for the last time

Munroe L Chapin
AKA Monty
An older write (published).