Live on Vagabond

A hung head attached to curled figure next to glass
With saddened eyes a kind soul should never know
I am you just as you are I, unbeknownst to others passing by

Paint me the picture of your life

You once had more but have since had less
A widower with your other half lost in the past
Yet still on this earth you fight to remain
Despite the times that have come your way

Our paths crossed for but a brief moment in time
Yet your memory will live within me for years
No matter where life might take you my friend

The world will know the story of vagabond Greg

Reviews

[Minnesota Fats]

Was greg a good friend? Maybe he was to you.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Truly sad when such happens and also a scary thought should it ever fall upon ourselves.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this was my dad after my mom passed...his reason for living was to take care of her...he was pretty lost without her.
but he hung in there for three years and made the best of his remaining time.
j.

[Broken Soul]

Long-lasting love is something so many long for, yet hardly any realize the pain that often comes along with it. I met Greg two days ago in a Walmart, hiding inside from the cold to get warm, trying to stay as small as possible as to not get caught by employees. I bought us lunch and we sat talked for a while. It breaks my heart how many elderly individuals lose everything when their other half dies. Love is such a powerful force, in as many bad ways as it as good. Thank you for stopping by, J.