The Irish Harp

The Irish Harp

The harp that once throughout this land

Played Gods music to all our clans,

But no one listens to it anymore

Has our nation lost the score?

We will sing our songs and dance our jigs.

But do you think that other nations give a fig?

The Germans, French, Italians too

Don't give a damn what we do!

Great men of our land have built nations on foreign sands

From Stonewall Jackson and Robert. E. Lee,

In the great America that today we see.

So lets get together, one and all,

Raise our standard,don't let it fall

Show the world what we can do

When the Irish harp plays for you.

The Street Singer

The Street Singer

I'm standing here with  my cap in hand 

Singing for people all over this  land.

A thousand songs I know, or more,  

So throw me a shilling ,

I'll sing you a score.

Not for me a band to play,

 For I am singing 

Through towns everyday 

No hotels,no bed to lay,not enough money,

 To make my way 

.

People smile as they pass on by, 

They sometimes ask me the reason Why ?

I'm not a star on a Broadway show 

Or on TV I will never go.

For a smile is enough from a passer by, 

The street is my stage and my light the sky.  

I am not well dressed as you can see,

But I will sing you a song 

Even for free!

Submitted to dVerse Poets  Open link Night