BUSKER

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

The weathered face
Each line a road
That always leads
Backwards home.

The coins in hat
With biting cold
In his fifty fourth year
He looks so old.

Music and dance
Those tired eyes
Lost of sparkle
Gone the smile.

  • Author: nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 2nd, 2023 03:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: Many years ago I watched a busker from a bus window waiting for the traffic to move on
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 7
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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Comments5

  • Teddy.15

    You just brought him so much dignity. The busker loved this beautiful.

  • Bobby O

    The Personality injected in this piece makes it feel alive and I almost can hear the busker.

  • Pop64

    An enjoyable, respectful dedication to this busker. Nicely penned!

  • 2781

    Could have been the homeless guy with the softest smile.
    All salt of the earth.

  • L. B. Mek

    I recognise your Busker
    he visits in my mirror..
    such is life.
    a wonderfully tender tone to your wording
    thanks for sharing, dear poet



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