23.10.2023
Anne-Lise Andresen Copyright © All Rights Reserved
- The Last Organ Grinder - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Silent One
2st place in the contest
The young mother died, before she could hold her newborn child Paternity was unknown the secret his mother had never shared The boy was cradled in the arms of his grandmother they were aged poor people in the countryside a few chickens and four cows in the barn were all they had no prosperity gossiping at the child's birth - bite thy sinful tongue Characterized by tight finances and little food The grandfather found hope in the hopeless The economy needed a boost In the wood shed he found the antique organ grinder Polished it shiny and gave it fresh colors Life was not meant to be lived in wealth the organ pipes were still breathing … gave hope for a simpler everyday life Every afternoon he took it on his back and went his way with heavy steps it was jingling coin that drew him ... a shame to live on alms daily health and toil the poor man's pride and honour - hope in his tired eyes
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