Gypsy Tinker's Unmask Face Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Gypsy Tinker's Unmask Face
The old man is travelling along the road and his menders of pots and pans.
Besides money he collects meals as goodwill from the goody-goodies to his starving family.
There are leakages in his pots and pans but he neglects to mend them.
Whoever comes to his shack?
Wholeheartedly who agrees his plight?
If the Nobel prize they decided to grant for a spontaneous smile?
The priority should go to this unsophisticated soul.
What a colorful, old character! His smile is pure poetry. Excellent word picture, Nimal. Kind regards, Sandra
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4/25/2024 10:48:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yeah, I seen alot of those spontanious smiles. They usually come before they sell you those pots and pans with holes in them. After they got you money, you can't find them. But they have got to eat too.