The Bond

The bandy legged monkey
doth delight in all that he
experiences and witnesses
in this life's journey

He and his best friend
the organ grinder man
dressed up in their finery
traveling about the land

Dancing with hat in hand
for a modest fee
the children always come around
smiling with glee

As the music crescendo's
at a rising pace
he swings around the market square
smile frozen on his face

Whirling , twirling, swinging
yet keeping out of reach
stretching, holding out his hat
collecting his booty

When at last the crowd thins out
it's time to take a break
move off to another square
fresh for the take

Living off each other
in this symbiotic chase
works well for each other
food is served each day

The bond that has formed
over the years it seems
has transformed to friendship
neither is lonely

The bandy legged monkey
and the organ grinder man
partners on a journey
into the promised land