BUSKER

nephilim56

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 (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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  • Teddy.15

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

    • nephilim56

      Many thanks for those kind words

    • Bobby O

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

      • nephilim56

        thank you I always remember the scene and thought get it on site

      • Pop64

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

        • nephilim56

          thank you much appreciated

        • 2781

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

          • nephilim56

            my sentiments also thanking you

          • 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

            • nephilim56

              as always you are too kind, many thanks



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