Welcome to My Poetry Site
The vagabond,
That walks the earth,
No place to call their own.
They move from here,
To go to there,
Aimlessly it seems,
A life without direction.
Or could it be,
the earth's their home,
They stop to pay a visit.
And move along,
This road called life,
Theirs a life of freedom.
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
the vagabond
the vagabond