by Gareth Evans
Monday, March 07, 2011
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Faith and Joy
I hear his voice coming through the night.
When the world around me is getting ready to turn in for the night.
Singing songs of gospel.
A rich voice from a man in
poverty and despair.
People toss coins down to the street
and in between the sweet melody
his "thank you" , he does repeat.
His voice trails off.
He is an old man, slightly
crooked as he moves on.
I see his shadow in the street light.
Where does he go when his singing is done?
Singer of the night.
With his faith in God
and joyous voice.
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|Reviewed by Gareth Evans
|I lived in a flat (apartment) for a couple of years. Every night this old man would stand outside the various blocks of flats singing. People used to throw money down to him. He had an amazing voice, I'll never forget it|
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|I like a poem like this which brings its scene to my mind. There is so much life in this one, and even the question sets me wondering along with it, "Where does he go?"
Maybe He embodies the song of God that is all around us, but often unheard by the masses.
Smiling in enjoyment,
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Oh my ..your words have touched my soul sweet man..sighhhhh...keep smiling always...Hugsss|