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Only The Lonely

by Mae Futter Stein
copyright 04-16-2010


Age Rating: 4 +
Only The Lonely


Through the great depression
In nineteen twenty nine
Hobo culture’s session
Became a given sign

A hobo worked any odds
Working where ever they could
Looking hard to find few jobs
Dug latrines or chopped some wood

Thumbed rides to the open plains
Cloths with many rips worn thin
Rode box cars on the trains
These homeless hobo men

They’re just free hoboes
Where no journey goes
My sympathy to them I send

They’re sad and lonely
As each blows his nose
With only the lonely their friend






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        05-02-2010     Leigh Gilholm Fisher        

This was interesting, and you told the story in this piece very well. The descriptions added to the overall feel of the piece, the image you selected was quite fitting, and the title is very eye catching. It has a unique sound that holds to the theme very well.

All in all, good work!



~Leigh of the Commenting Community

        04-27-2010     Susan Brown        

Hi Mae,
Okay here comes some constructive "advice" for thought. The tittle looks strange and confusing. I think that's an easy fix. If you wanted to keep the strange (the unusual) and ditch the confusing you could say, Friend, Lonely. I think titles are fun because they rest/set apart from the work and can be almost anything. The subject matter is very interesting. The poor, poor, pitiful hobo. I've always been a little jealous of hobo's because they get to travel much more than I do. Ah, sad but true! You've cast this one in a more realistic view. Tattered and worn with no real place in society or home. Now I'm blowing my nose. Another couple suggestions, dig to dug, their clothes had many rips worn thin, rather than some. Either word works, but many paints his persona all the clearer. Anyhow, there are many parts of this I like. Hope you don't mind me adding my spin to your verse. You portrayed a sincere drama for my mind to explore. Poor, poor, pitiful, homeless, hobo men. I don't know how to rate this, so I won't until you mess with it a some more. The photo fits nicely.
Susan



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