The Vagabond, pt. I

Once there came a man of youth
who fought for life as if he fought for love;
He had no spouse nor child nor pet;
only a pen which he grips on to
like a moth to a flame.

His weapon completes him;
it complements his strength as a vagabond.
No other tool is more useful
than when he seeks the right word,
for the right time,
and for the right moment.
Everything else in the world
they stutter
but words
Words carry a man steadfastly
in time
Words give value to a man's present
in someone else's present
in time.

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