DTP Part 59

Street Corner Fame
Written on: March 31, 2003 (age sixteen)

Strangers walk by
As he sat on the street corners
A guitar case by his side
He strummed a tune out
On the only hollowed wood
His fingers nimble and sure
His voice raspy and deep
As he sang an old song
He sang for a handful of change
So he could buy some dinner

His life had been great
Before this brown guitar
He had a home and job
Money to buy food
Never a thought in the world
That he would end up like this
With nothing to his name
But a guitar and a shabby old case

It had been so long since he had a big meal
One still warm
And didn’t have the taste of mold
One full of care and loving

He was full of street corner fame
He sang day and night
For a handful of money
To buy supper in the end
He knew his fame
Would haunt him all his life
And all he had for show
Was an empty belly and an old brown guitar

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