The Little Gift (poem)

Each day would find him strumming in the smiles

Of people as they stumbled each their way

Retuning confidence to meet life’s trials

Was just a little gift he gave away


His face seemed somehow hidden by his songs

Which knew a welcome path to every heart

And in each person’s memory belongs

This place a little gift will have its start


A stranger came into the neighborhood

He heard a different ringing to the tune

Deceived by shallow reasons that he should

He took his little gift to meet its ruin


A new day came but he’s no longer there

Yet people still wear smiles upon their face

He’s gone but not a person is aware

Somehow a little gift now takes his place

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KrakyePoku 12 months ago from Ghana

How unfortunate at times it happens that certain gestures from people add a little spice to our lives but their absence is often not recognized. Its lile no person ever finds in their busy schedule to care for another

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Gypsy Rose Lee 12 months ago from Riga, Latvia

No matter what happens if someone adds a bit of color to something it will remain forever.

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bravewarrior 11 months ago from Central Florida

The man in the photo reminds me of BB King. Love the song you chose.

Music will never die and will always be a gift given by those who have it. Music lingers in our souls long after the melody fades.

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