Vagabond (Poetry)

On a bitter night
down a lonely road
there is little romance
in the life
of a vagabond
with a hungry heart
and a memory
of a long-lost wife.

Such freedom has
its ironies
when no one notices
he’s gone.
The gypsy moon
indifferent to
his roofless state.
He stumbles on

and finds a hedge
to lie beneath.
The threat of frost
has hushed the air.
He dreams of home
and dies of cold.
His earthly shell
abandoned there.