Willie & The “Hobo”

His old coat was worn & ragged, and so were the shoes on his feet

He lived in a box on a sidewalk, it was his only shelter from the streets

He never had two nickels to rub together, never knew the next time he would eat

Most people who saw him, they just passed him by

Guess they couldn’t stand such a pitiful sight

but a young man named Willie thought to himself

“I can’t ignore this poor man’s plight

If it were me, & I were in need

I’d want someone to do me right”

By: J.N.R Dutton


Author: J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

Husband. Father. Writer/Independent Journalist/Poet. Artist,all around creative soul. I reside in Southern Idaho with my wife & son.

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