Some of us grow up as lions
Some of us grow up as lions
Others grow up as lion-tamers
Others grow up as lion-tamers
It's hard to believe in innocence
Anymore now where we all exist.
A hobo once went on a tour
A hobo once went on a tour
He wandered and wandered
He wandered and wandered
Until he realized that people
live in cages like lions.
The hobo with his stroller went vagabonding
The hobo with his stroller went vagabonding
He met unhappy, rogue lion-tamers
He met unhappy, rogue lion-tamers
That would threaten and forbid
Just to be clapped at.
Cheering audience finely approves
Cheering audience finely approves
while the lion watches calmly
while the lion watches calmly
Only a hobo that observes
would know what the lion's thinking.
Writing paralleled for Open Link Night - dVerse.
ShadiatiQue © 2010-2015
Your repetition works....and indeed, so true, that only an observant hobo would know a lion's thoughts. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteThe echo in this allows me to picture it as a song, with the listeners responding. Fun form.
ReplyDeleteI too like the repetition ~ That hobo is smart to conclude that people live in cages like lions ~
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This poem made me wonder what makes us become a hobo. Nice.
ReplyDeleteWhen caught in the game of lion and tamers it's often better to stand on the side.. So much truth in this..
ReplyDelete"What the lion is thinking..." I like this a lot.. With Best Wsihes Scott www.scotthastie.com
ReplyDeleteThe lion could be thinking like that of a predator in its natural habitat. It could also think about cuddling next to a warm fire away from all the influences of politics. Either way, I think that the lion does as he or she wishes because the lion is the king of the wild plains in which we all live. Nice little echoing rhythm.
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