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Through the Cracks
I saw the homeless guy playing
Piano like a man possessed.
Passionate, deft fingers laying
His art down, perfectly expressed.
What pushed this man to play so well?
How proud a life had he once held?
Forth from shadow, looking like hell,
To play for us as if compelled.
It's all around you, day by day,
Those of us who fall through the cracks.
While all around will turn away,
We disappear, never come back.
Something 'bout our society...
By God, my friends, we have so failed
Humanity, in name of "Me!"
As our own brothers are derailed.
All seems broken from where I stand,
This dark abyss, back to the wall.
With a scream none will understand,
Cause it's not for "me," but for us all.
Published 23rd Jan 2016
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23rd Jan 2016 1:22am
Not sure if YouTube links are allowed on this forum, but this is the link that inspired this poem.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JCguq3hTC2M
Piano was set out by this restaurant for public use.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JCguq3hTC2M
Piano was set out by this restaurant for public use.
23rd Jan 2016 6:28am
The act of showing concern for those in the cracks is something I hope becomes contagious. I am tired of hearing about lobbyists working for arms makers running political elections.
23rd Jan 2016 8:48am
Michael this first a beautifully
written piece. Secondly a very
important piece, you are so right
about society as a whole and the
"Me" mentality. All we every see
is geared to what we have to have or what we need. So always in this state of me, me, me.....we forget the most important sense of we.
Loved this thought provoking write
but that is what you do best mr.
Keith
written piece. Secondly a very
important piece, you are so right
about society as a whole and the
"Me" mentality. All we every see
is geared to what we have to have or what we need. So always in this state of me, me, me.....we forget the most important sense of we.
Loved this thought provoking write
but that is what you do best mr.
Keith
23rd Jan 2016 2:37pm
Echo Jazzmanor. Favourite verse - for 'hit nail on head' factor - the penultimate one.
24th Jan 2016 7:00am
echoing smoothjazz, there are so many flowers in cracked sidewalks & we choose to trample their petals...
... food for thought, a heartbreaking link
bravo mon ami
xo
... food for thought, a heartbreaking link
bravo mon ami
xo
24th Jan 2016 9:23am
