On-The-Job Training

When he was young
  he survived on smidgens
from starving artists
  unemployed musicians

And that is why
  he's often said
He feeds the pigeons
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Kingston Avatar
September 5, 2021 at 8:01 PM
A touching cute poem, there are still those who survive on smidgen or two aren't there? I guess thats where the phrase "Starving artist" comes from. I met a girl who majored in violin and spent years running a thrift shop. Maybe surviving on smidgens, hope the best for her. I liked your poem, I'm sorry if I didn't interpret it well at 1st.
Wolf Avatar
September 6, 2021 at 2:40 PM
So pleased that you've commented again, Marikate... And as for interpreting poems: The meaning belongs to the interpreter! Go for it... always! ~ Gershon
Faulkner Avatar
August 28, 2021 at 9:43 AM
This is so sweetly tinged with nostalgia, it touched my heart~
Wolf Avatar
August 28, 2021 at 7:14 PM
Glad to hear, Michelle. Thank you so much. ~ Gershon
Rodrigues Avatar
August 27, 2021 at 2:57 PM
Great!
Kingston Avatar
August 26, 2021 at 9:10 PM
Hi Gershon. I used to hear the word "smidgen" from my mother. When she was talking about food or make up for example, "I'll just use a smidgen of blush" she would say. I love that word and the way it sounds. Do you suppose it originated in Ireland? " I'll take just a smidgen of the strawberry, rhubarb, raspberry pie" :)
Wolf Avatar
August 28, 2021 at 7:13 PM
Gosh, never thought about your question before. Who knows?! Thanks for stirring the pot a bit, Marikate. :)
Hankins Avatar
August 26, 2021 at 7:21 PM
Ah, so true. Wise words, my friend...I feed the squirrels from my front porch.
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace