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The Hobo

Time's moments takes it's toll
adding gravitational pull

To a body, so weighed down
His chin can touch the ground

With pain visible on his face
He lives sans his wit, and grace

A life of selfishness, his crime
now sentenced, to a duel with time

And time's blatent tenacity
plus it's control over eternity

Reminds the man how much it's cost
for him to realize what he's lost

So he wears time's final wrath
As he walks life's thorny path

All alone without a friend
He walks the path to journey's end.

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Structured: Western
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This is obviously someone who knows
he has done something wrong
and is weighed by his conscience
deep down he finds the darkness
gives him no solace and dies alone.

"Time's moments takes it's toll" This English puzzles me.

Yours Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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