Troubadour Poem by Edwin Robinette
Troubadour
A poet, maybe
Words musically flow from his lips
A vagrant to anywhere he may travel
Instrument in hand, this city street urchin
Will charm away your change
Only to ramble onward, toward another nowhere
Friday, March 28, 2008
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4/26/2024 2:08:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
That was awesome! I really liked that one. As a guitarist, sometimes I feel like being a trabadour, many musicians/poets are always searching for something it seems. I'm new to this but check out some of my stuff if you get a chance.