Down there on the corner
Where 12th Street cross’s Vine
Grady ran Blues stand news
The war had left him blind
Grady was a happy man
I talked to him each day
We talked about this and that
One day I heard him say
At least I can smell the coffee
And I love to feel the rain
I can hear the songbirds
Whenever they may sing
I know when there’s wedding
I hear the church bells ring
I know a quarter from a nickel
And a penny from a dime
I sense the denomination
I make the change in my mind
I remember he said jokingly
Love sometimes is blind
Down at the news stand
On the corner of 12th and Vine
Grady was the victim
Of a fatal violent crime
The Blues stand news
Grady’s on my mind
I can’t make the change
Maybe I will with the passage time
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Author:
willyweed (
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments3
Paints a great, if sad, picture - good work Willy.
Thank you Michael
Thanks WILLY for a heart searching Poem ~ Violence has no scruples and in my experience the Vulnerable are the easiest targets ! Thanks for caring & sharing ~ BRIAN Please check my Poems and my Fusion on Easter ~ Thanks B. Love the picture ~ suitably melancholy B.
Thanks brother! I'am doing well expect to travel to Great Britain end of May and early June
Very good emotive write.
Thank you Goldfinch60 ww
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