On the street corner
there's an old man
singing songs
where he still
has some love
in him yet ,
somethings a heart
no matter what
doesn't forget
No one but him knows
all that's past
before his eyes ,
and what's left
within him
or when
it dies
How many voyages
of love
he's made
on boats or ships ,
and how many tears
from his eyes
still drips
A lot of people's hearts
are tied together
by love and songs ,
and the ones they sing
they think is
where their love
belongs
I think this guy
would go far
in the musical arts ,
his voice paints
a beautiful picture
about
broken hearts
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Author:
Desertwind (
Offline) - Published: February 23rd, 2022 00:44
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Comments4
For me some stick in my mind .Thanks for your comment and the like . Also good luck to your musical career.
I love how you pictured the origins of this man displaying his talents to the world. We honestly pass by them but we often overlook the story they lived. It's nice to see your depiction! 💖
Thank you very much for your comment, and thanks for the like.
A portrait well painted in this beautiful rhyme!!
Thank you very much for the compliment, and like .
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