Soul
The world passes by
Hardly glancing at the hat
Laid casually on the ground.
I stop
And drop a bill inside.
It floats down in the breeze
And the man plays on
Hardly glancing at the hat
Laid casually on the ground.
Copyright © Tyler Henry | Year Posted 2008
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