you picked up your guiter, <br />and sang to me again, the <br />sound was so sad, i had to <br />close my eyes, then the door. <br /> <br />BUT i felt your sorrow, <br />and i felt your pain, and <br />i saw the lonelyness of <br />a dear friend, fighting for <br />spare change. <br /> <br />you picked up your guiter, <br />and sang...............<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spare-change/
