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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The sound floats thru the air Like the blanket of the sun A man playing a saxophone Caught the attention of every one And as he plays his music Crowds gathered on the street Some got lost in the melody Slowly moving tapping their feet He was tall with dark skin And a smile like gently breeze And as he accept the applause In his heart he was please He pockets was empty But his heart full with love And he was just a homeless To me he was a gift from above And I stand there enjoying The music of the saxophone My heart went out the this man On the street with out a home And as the crowd disappears He collects the money from today I said mister love your music And there is something wants to say I want to give you the keys For my apartment on Broadway Let’s go get something to eat And you are no longer homeless today He shakes my hands and said I once had the stability of life a house with a fence and garden Then god call home my wife My life had been left with misery And all my pain just clutters I hide away from the world My protection was my shutters She comes to me in a dream And said don’t do it no more Go play your music for me So took my saxophone of the floor Now I play my music for her And will play it till I die And it gives me a will to survive Because she is listening close by And as I lay in bed that night Keep thinking of the words he says The next day the crowd gathers again To hear his saxophone plays
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