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The Tramp's Curse

Hell bent on bacon and cabbage
And floury spuds
From a skillet.
My mind aching,
My belly shrinking
For the want of solid sustenance.

The road is always long,
Straight on,
Without curve nor bend,
A tramps curse on hot sunny days
And worse
On wet wintery nights.

No welcoming lights,
No whiff of burning turf
From the hearth of some cosy cottage.
No barking dog
To say you are near,
That you might be welcome
To play a tune
Or recite a poem.
No no,
You're on the road,
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
There was a time when I felt so isolated, in my mind, and just couldn't make a connection with anyone. I wouldn't suffer fools at any price and I seemed to be surrounded by them at that particular time!

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trurorobonline today!
understand the lonliness of being surrounded!, nice
i too have walked that path. funny that despite the feeling at the time, it's a choice we made, feel different now. good write.
bouquet bouquet bouquet

really nice..
Thanks for your appreciation.
Wandering_Aengus - wonderful write :)
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