Weary Hobo
The weary hobo grins at the past
Although it wilted much too fast
His lips upturned he embraces the curve
Of life and the universe
Somehow he owns nothing but luck
And much of it is nothing much
Somehow he owns nothing but grins
And worn out whims
Torn, dulled shoes
Yet he reveals a smirk with nothing to lose
The weary hobo smiles to the face of the future
Though it promises nothing brighter
Though nightly sun cries as moon hides her
Because life gives way to the universe
And eventually the weariness
Will fade to darkness