The Blind Hobo ( A Pantoum )

THE BLIND HOBO

The Hobo walks a lonely road,
A poor soul carried by the breeze,
His memories his only load,
The only things the blind man sees.

A poor soul carried by the breeze,
His guide the ripples of a stream,
The only things the blind man sees,
Are places such as this. A dream!

His guide the ripples of a stream,
The blind man walks, his prayers a song,
Are places such as this a dream?
To find a place to be, belong.

The blind man walks, his prayers a song,
His memories his only load,
To find a place to be, belong,
The Hobo walks a lonely road !