Bum on the Rods

By Jacob Vollrath

I'm sitting here writing, flowing
Putting words in a poem, I'm singing
Sweet songs of everafter
I hear the joy of children through thier laughter
I speak not on myths or rumors
For they affect the head like a growing tumor
So instead I strive for knowledge
On a personal journey I find truths not found in college
But instead obtained through life
Experierence gained through glee and strife
Lessons are learned out there in the street
Knowledge increased by the people you meet
So come on over and take a seat
Or go learn a lesson from a man out there in the streets
You've seen that bum on the rods
Why must we be so hesitant to give him a nod
Brushing him off, or more like telling him off
As is our american way
Lying saying, sorry sir, fresh out of change
Now don't you think its strange
That we the richest peoples
Be so stingy to these the poorest peoples.
That are lives are much to busy
To hear a few true words
Spoken by a man who has been there and done that.