These tracks lead to places I've never been,
many towns and cities I've never seen.
If I were a hobo, travel the rails,
never to worry about these details
who knows where I'd travel every day,
depending which train, never have to pay.
I'd visit places seen only on maps,
live off charity and some table scraps.
Too bad it's just dreams, not reality,
can't live off other's hospitality.
Making a living is what I must do,
yet know these tracks lead to sites that are new.
Author notes
prompt: railway track
photo from deviantART
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I love this poem ...
it made me smile ... I have this ambivalence in my heart, too: to take to the road, and off to nowhere in particular ... Ah, such freedom. But then, my obligations keep me from being a hobo.
Suggestion: The first stanza continues in thought to the second ... by omiting the full stop, and making who a small letter, you may have an enjambment between the first and second stanza, thus reading:
If I were a hobo, travel the rails,
never to worry about these details
who knows where I'd travel every day,
depending which train, never have to pay.
Be well, Erika -- see you between stations.
Love
Myra
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I like this. Says a lot in just a few lines. I especially like your last line.
'yet know these tracks lead to sites that are new'
as this makes one feel the adventures ahead, the joy of finding/seeing something new.
Well done!
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I really like what you did with the prompt. It expresses that wanderlust that many of us have.
I really enjoyed this one.
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good flow in this poem and excellnt vision from the prompt-i liked the theme-the wisdoms behind the words
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