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
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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
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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
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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