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The Little Gift (poem)

Updated on February 15, 2016

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

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      Krakye Omane Poku 16 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 16 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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      Shauna L Bowling 15 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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