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The Old Musician




The Old Musician

by Robert Neest


A couple of dark clouds are moving fast

Among few lighter covering the sight

Surrounded by the summer deep blue sky

Above the busy morning hours street.


Next to the road an old man sitting down,

With weary suit that has seen better days,

Is following the people with his eyes

While playing merry songs on violin.


Around, there are few children watching him,

With dirty clothes and messy hair they stand

And listen closely to the tunes he plays

While their eyes are fixed upon the man.


Some other persons hastily passing by,

Well dressed and looking busy they go on,

Are throwing looks when getting near him

Or raising their brows they look aside.


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