The Last Organ Grinder
Should soul's exist, mine's in my soleless shoe
Poverty prevented by smiles of the many & the few
A street where I'm known & exist in a heart
I'd lose myself elsewhere, be missing a part
I give of my hours in exchange for survival
But I live whilst I'm giving, no thought of deprival
My home is when my music connects
The feel from that warmth is what really protects
Please don't move me on, I'm tethered to this street
Sever that & I'm just cold with nothing to eat
I've seen children grow, have children of their own
This place is my centre, a spiritual home
My time it is ending, as eyes turn away
Invisible as I fade in this spot where I lay
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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