From whence I came, to where I’m bound,
to grieve my loss and cheer what found.
Hold sway the path like wiser men,
what luck if I could do that, then.
Through northern winds, I’ve been disarmed:
the southern belles that I have charmed.
On western seas, I nearly drowned,
in eastern dens, I’ve oft been found.
The world I’ve seen, the seven seas
with hurried breaths and at my ease.
Bore bruise and brute, what cheats there be
’till a woman got the best of me.
A fool for love, ’twas surely, I,
’twas as if she just passed me by.
A better man stole her away,
and still, it hurts me to this day.
Of broken hearts and disbelief,
how strange the essence of a thief.
To steal the apple of one’s eye
and all for love, one can’t deny.
Since then, I’ve tramped from town to town,
knew not the roads or where I’m bound.
The whiskey kept me rambling on,
most times forgot where I came from.
Got drunk with louts and down-an’-outs,
I’ve fell and felled in bloody bouts.
Been moved along for vagrancy,
the cops don’t like the likes of me.
For bread and soup, I’ve stood in line,
hey, brother can you spare a dime.
If you could but afford me some,
to begging ways, what I’ve become.
The hooch will get me in the end,
the drunks who keep me round the bend.
A sorry lot, we no-good bums,
of rotten teeth and bleeding gums.
We stand around the burning drum,
a bottle passed from bum to bum.
The truth be known when I ’mongst them,
I’ve never known such kinder men.
They speak of loss, of stolen homes,
of broken hearts and busted bones.
Of loneliness and ridicule,
been played the pawn and marked a fool.
Perhaps someday, we’ll find a place
to wear our ways with style and grace.
When once, we men, we men of dreams
’till whiskey seeped between the seams.
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Tony Grannell (
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Another wonderful poem of life from the underside and its upside. It took me on a journey and reminded me of childhood days hitchhiking and riding boxcars. It smokes with the energy of humanity. A fave
Hello Soren,
Lovely to hear from you again and as always your responses are very much appreciated and treasured.
Kind regards,
Tony.
A beautifully crafted write taken through the journey of ones life with honesty, then it touches on something I have always said, when we see those people drunk in the streets, standing round burning drums, sleeping on the street, society is to quick to judge them, without knowing how or why they ended up there, loved the read
I am truly delighted with your response, most kind of you indeed. Thank you ever so much.
All the best,
Tony.
You are very welcome
Honest. This poem is a journey through life and, as always Tony, you've written this fantastically well. 👏🌹
Hello Tristan,
Thank you so very much for dropping by. Always a joy to hear from you.
Fond regards,
Tony.
You are most welcome, Tony! I hope all is well, my friend!
Excellent write
Hello Tony,
Thank you very much for the reading of a commenting on my poem. You are very kind.
Take care,
Tony.
You're welcome
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