Ne'er-do-wells

There once was a vagrant, so free and so bold, With no place to call home, he wandered, we're told. No regular job, no income to find, He roamed through the world, with no ties that bind. A vagabond he was, with a heart full of dreams, Traveling far and wide, through valleys and streams. He begged for his meals, and scavenged for food, Finding ways to survive, in a world so crude. Some called him a bum, others a tramp, But he saw himself as a wanderer, a champ. He worked odd jobs, just to get by, Never staying too long, always saying goodbye. In the olden days, vagrancy was a crime, Punished with labor, or serving in line. But the vagrant was different, he yearned to be free, To explore the world, like a bird in a tree. So let's not judge the vagrant, who wanders with glee, For he teaches us lessons, if only we see. That life is a journey, with no set destination, And sometimes, it's okay to embrace liberation. Random page: No-One but You (Only the Good Die Young)