Song Of A Poor Man.(Sung To A Simple Hand Clap) Poem by Geoffrey Fafard
Song Of A Poor Man.(Sung To A Simple Hand Clap)
I bin walking all day an orl night
Bleedin are my feet hurting is my feet
Goin back to my home town
Cryin are my eyes saddest is my eyes
I been prison a long time such a bad time
Wailing out this song singing out this song
Looking for those I done leave behind
Lookin everywhere lookin all around
All I got left is this song I'm singin now
And a bunch of echoes echoing these words
A singin the chorus not leavin it behind
Sing it to the wind
Sing it to your tears
Sing to the shadows
An what's hiding in them too
I bin walking all day and orl night……………..
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5/10/2024 2:56:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well written, Geoffrey, the blues rhythm are in several of your poems, time to start singing.
Ha ha thank you John but if I start singing all go running....even my dog....!