BY: William M. McCurrach 11/17/2022
When I was young, it was fun to roam from family to family,
From home to home,
Never realizing, I was alone!
I couldn’t stay at home, where I was used, abused and ignored,
So I would roam, roam and roan, like a vagabond without a home.
As I got older, I kept running you see,
I had no choice, for I came from a violent family,
LIke a vagabond I would roam, from family to family, wishing for a decent home.
As I grew and aged I came to see, the vagabond life was not for me.
I wanted a home, a place to stay, a place that was mine,
Both nite and day.
I wanted a wife as part of my life,
and children to love and keep,
I found what I wanted once and then it escaped me,
And back to being a vagabond became a way for me.
I don’t wnat to be a vagabond, it is just not me,
A vagabond is not the life for me.
I choosea different route, I joined the military,
Life became a routine, that grew on me,
Then, I was injuried and discharged you see,
Turns, out I was back to a vagabond life for me.
It lasteda few more years, as my eyes filled with tears,
I figured it out, and did not shout, and found another you see,
Who agreed that a vagabond life was not for me.
We joined at the hip and got married, it was like a story book fairytale,
Together we had it all, a big home, and cars and two of everything we needed,
IT was then, I knew as I do now,
The vagabond life was not for me.
I don’t want to be a vagabond,
Living out of suitcases and boxes and bags,
A Vagabond life is not for me!
Because a vagabond has no home, a vagabond lives alone and a vagabond is always on their own,
with no place to live, is stuck alone,
To die alone on their own.
A vagabond is not what I want to be, So please hear me!