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
Tugs my heart. We have a number of street singers in here, most are blind, hoping that passersby drop a coin in their cans. This is a great write. Peace and blessings to you :)
ReplyDeleteWe get street singers a lot in Wexford its a great area for music and we have an opera festival which is every year. The whole town hums with all types of music.
ReplyDeleteLyrical poetry with touching thoughts, a true bard. I am glad to read your words ~ Rose
ReplyDeleteoh nice - i love street musicians and your poem sings a song of his own...lovely
ReplyDeleteI love buskers - they seem so gutsy and free. Your poem captures that essence very nicely.
ReplyDeleteHey you paint a great picture here Art and expression for the love of it - what a fine message - nice job
ReplyDeleteclink...theres a little silver in your case sir...thanks for singing us a song...love street singers personally...
ReplyDeleteWonderful capture of street musicians, most can be such fun to listen and watch, great song appeal to your piece too.
ReplyDeleteThat is the very best kind of singing, for no other reason than for the love of it, and for sharing. And I imagine the ones in Ireland are the most passionate.
ReplyDeleteLiked this a lot.
Lovely poem, though London buskers aren't always as generous as in your writing. Great job!
ReplyDeleteAmateurs are lovers; this reminded me of the Washington Post article about Joshua Bell playing in the Metro. We don't often appreciate the gifts we are given.
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