I heard him at the sidewalk of the famous 'Times Square' <br />As he strummed his tunes on his guitar, with soulful words to bare <br />I watched the people just pass by, no-one had cared to see <br />His voice just telling stories of how old times used to be <br /> <br />I glanced upon his guitar case, there were no coins thrown in <br />His clothes of dustbin throw aways, all tattered, torn and thin <br />So I stopped and emptied all my coins and placed them in the case <br />He winked and smiled sincerely as he danced around the place <br /> <br />He stopped and asked me to request whatever came to mind <br />I said 'Mr Bojangles' is my favorite song, you're just too kind <br />And he played it well as people filled the case so easily <br />He smiled a smile I've never seen done so unpretentiously <br /> <br />If ever you walk by a place where a busker may just be <br />Please stop for a little moment and give him your charity <br />It isn't much to hand a coin or stop and clap with glee <br />Cause a busker just sings his heart out for all of us to see<br /><br />Tania Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-the-busker/
