DG (9/19/1963 / )

Spare Change

you picked up your guiter,
and sang to me again, the
sound was so sad, i had to
close my eyes, then the door.

BUT i felt your sorrow,
and i felt your pain, and
i saw the lonelyness of
a dear friend, fighting for
spare change.

you picked up your guiter,
and sang...............

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Comments (1)

Hi David, I play guitar. Very cool poem. Sorry I am a little tipsy. I got a little drunk tonight. I keep bloody crying. I am messed up I think. Sorry. Nice poem.