End Of The Line
(A Hobo's lamentation)Come hell or high water
come rain or come shine
I jump on the freight train
to the end of the line
The days go by slowly
tomorrow is blind
The steel rails are humming
and the old wheels grind
They say it's all right
to live as you please
As long as you're down
on your bended knees
My clothes are ragged
my hair's turning gray
But I keep on smiling
at the end of the day
The songs are my wine
the words are my bread
I know days will come
when all’s done and said
Come hell or white angels
come rain or come shine
I jump on the freight train
to the end of the line
Copyright © 2021 Göran Gustafsson
Poetry by Göran Gustafsson
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Written on 2021-07-19 at 20:00
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