By the Subway

Sitting by the steps of the old avenue subway In his ragged long sleeves shirt, he completes my day In my year long rides, he never missed to say Words of day to day sunshine ray He's a man who never begged nor asked for a thing A day without his radiance is a year without spring In his shabby gray pants, he ruled the subway like a king In his time of moon, he sleeps in his chalked-drawn ring I walked by him, truth be told not just I We all listened, shared his glee and bid goodbye A one legged man, who soars so high Gave everyone a soulful, joyful cry He is the man many call, the subway sleeper He reaps you off your sadness, known to others as the reaper He rewrites our everyday journey; he's quite a fine writer Come by the old avenue subway, there's a man known as the sweeper.