you picked up your guiter,
and sang to me again, the
sound was so sad, i had to
close my eyes, then the door.
BUT i felt your sorrow,
and i felt your pain, and
i saw the lonelyness of
a dear friend, fighting for
spare change.
you picked up your guiter,
and sang...............
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fighting-for-spare-change/
