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My Vagabond Heart ~ a Poem

John has been writing poetry since his school days. He was awarded the "Best Poet 2014 and 2021" Hubby Awards.

My Vagabond Heart

I'm often called a wanderer,

A hobo, or a tramp.

A nomad with no fixed abode,

Where I stop is where I camp.

Sometimes I thumb it for a ride,

No transport of my own.

My only real possession,

A two-year old cell phone.


I have the clothes I'm wearing,

And a bag upon my back.

For me, life's an adventure,

There is no turning back.

I eat when I am hungry,

And sleep when I am tired.

I'm not tied down by protocol,

A freedom that's admired.


I don't covet possessions

Or want what others have.

I'm happy on the road and free,

There's no room in the grave.

I run beside a freight train,

My legs are pumping fast,

And jump into a carriage

As it rattles slowly past.

I'll share the clothes from off my back

Or give a bum a meal.

No one knows that ten years past

I was a Navy Seal.

Why do I live my life this way?

People ask me, acting smart.

I shrug and say, "It suits me fine,

Bow to my vagabond heart."

© 2018 John Hansen

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