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.
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