The Hobo

... This is the day I go away,
my only bag is by my side
a pair of shoes had made me sway
but toes inside my shoes had died.
holes in the soles repaired with glue
A hand-me-down shirt I just loved
Jeans so torn the/ patches/ are worn
do not think I am feeling unloved
the clothes on my back are not rags
one thing for sure, I am quite glad
a change of wears has a new tag
I think it best, be glad ... than mad.
up there ... a spot I sought for years
by a stream with lots of days that shine
the oak full of leaves every year
a roll of twine and bent wire, my fishline,
all that is needed to make a hook
for the daily fresh catch, I will cook.