Mar 2016
A vagabond traveller , walking the rails of Columbus
on foot again through Manchester and points north
Cowered in the dark night , filled with an air of dignity ,
determination and resolve in the broad daylight ..
Nobody wants to stop , not even a second glance ,
their just afraid of seeing themselves maybe , a paycheck
away from becoming indigent possibly ...
'Out of medicine , nourished by my own flesh ,
a once promised son turned wrinkled vagrant , a pilgrim escaping the Oligarchy America I once defended ..'
on foot again through Manchester and points north
Cowered in the dark night , filled with an air of dignity ,
determination and resolve in the broad daylight ..
Nobody wants to stop , not even a second glance ,
their just afraid of seeing themselves maybe , a paycheck
away from becoming indigent possibly ...
'Out of medicine , nourished by my own flesh ,
a once promised son turned wrinkled vagrant , a pilgrim escaping the Oligarchy America I once defended ..'
Copyright March , 29 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
** I recall seeing a man walking the side of State Route 85 just above Manchester , Georgia ..I was maybe six or seven years old , but it has always stuck with me for some reason .. I colored the story over the years in a an attempt to reveal the reason or why's ...
** I recall seeing a man walking the side of State Route 85 just above Manchester , Georgia ..I was maybe six or seven years old , but it has always stuck with me for some reason .. I colored the story over the years in a an attempt to reveal the reason or why's ...
