The Christmas Busker
An old man was busking,
In town today,
With tattered shoes,
And ragged clothes,
A wispy face,
All shades of grey,
And an expression all forlorn.
He was lost in singing,
Of Hope and Peace,
Goodwill and Joy,
Of Seasons Greetings,
And cheer and Hope,
But he sang in vain,
As they all passed him by.
It broke his heart,
They hadn't a care,
For what he was doing,
And why he was there.
His heart was heavy,
His soul was sad,
To see them pass,
For they weren't like him,
And, they were glad,
That they were alright.
But even though,
He felt that way,
Was down and out,
And hungry too,
It took some strength,
And courage meek,
For a saddened man,
To sing a song.
So, lost to the world,
He sang, alone.
Author: © David West 2008.
