Under The Tree

A poem about how men that are homeless wait for help, but where is it.

I know a hobo who sets under a tree all day,

When the tree see's him coming in awe it sways the opposite way,

Nothing in his brain,the same in his glass,

Time after time-wasted gone to pass!

I ponder in utter confusion, all the countless blessings he must be loosing due to delusion,

Out of curiosity and amusement I pleaded with him what's on your mind, and what planet are you from,and if so were are the rest of your kind,

He spoke some words, I have never heard, and continued on a course, until one day he and the tree just emerged!

Depression,
Confession,
The lack of life lessons,
Come into unity,
Under the tree!