The Last Organ Grinder
I'm the last organ grinder
And how my arm aches
My back is broken
My legs have the shakes
I'm the last organ grinder
Desparately needing to eat
Playing for pennies
Out here in the streets
I'm the last organ grinder
Weary and old
In threadbare clothing
Wet and cold
I'm the last organ grinder
I used to beguile
Now I'm ignored
Gone out of style
I'm the very last organ grinder
So with one final surge
I'll play for you....
A funeral dirge
Copyright © Julie Draper | Year Posted 2023
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