Good Life

After Appomattox Court House

"Homeward Bound, we’re homeward bound,"

Soldiers cheer from south and north,

Happy now with arms laid down

Warriors return to claim their worth

Where have all their siblings gone?

Their parents are no more.

Wailing winds and grasses brown

Tell of fury passed before.

Happy homes which once they knew

are rubble, charred and smoking

On the road they’ll be a crew,

One will be crowned "HOBO" King

"Hobo, Hobo, Hobo," they sing

A painful, woeful acronym.

“Tramps and Vagrants” defined by Webster

But you and I know better.