New York CityMarch 2, 1967
I am Raftery the Poet
I am Raftery the poet Full of hope and love With no light in my eyes With gentleness that has no misery Going west upon my pilgrimage By the light of my heart Though feeble and tired To the end of my rove. Behold me now With my back to the wall Playing music Unto empty pockets.
This poem is in the public domain.