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.