The Last Organ Grinder
I can still remember visiting a small musical town,
a young boy holding his hat and singing his heart out for money.
His love for music was heart warming,
John was this little fellow's names.
He wore a big smile with big blue eyes,
as he walked and greeted each visitors.
A few years later I went back to that small musical town,
John had gown into a teen.
He was still singing his heart out,
but now he played a flute.
Over the years I traveled to many towns,
some how John was always on my mind.
One day a friend asked me about John,
then we decided to take a trip.
Could we even find John she asked?
The town had not changed,
but John had.
John was much older with gray in his hair,
playing an organ grinder and singing away.
He realized me right away,
we hugged like old times.
I see you have a different musical instrument,
John's face light up with pride.
His dad was the last organ grinder in town,
when he died~John had to carry on.
John and his dog Blue carry on for his dad,
the town and visitors still enjoy his musical talents.
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